tisdagen den 11:e februari 2014

Slow soft sighs

I was going to tell you that those words...but as much as I sincerely feel that I do, I don't think you would want to know, neither would you believe me.  So I am going to keep this.  I'll fold it with grace and care, slip it inside an envelope and bury it deep, where the sun won't shine.  You deserve it, but I am not good enough, or perhaps I am the wrong girl. My heart may ache but I bear no ill feelings towards you.











I don't think I am meant to be with anyone.


söndagen den 6:e oktober 2013

Mad om pojken

Hur kan man sakna någon man aldrig ens träffat? Jag vet att jag inte borde, men jag saknar att prata med honom... sjuk mycket.

Vad roligt. [infoga sarkasm]

Ah, förlåt.

(I'm probably just sleepy.)

måndagen den 2:e september 2013

“There are some things about myself I can’t explain to anyone. There are some things I don’t understand at all. I can’t tell what I think about things or what I’m after. I don’t know what my strengths are or what I’m supposed to do about them. But if I start thinking about these things in too much detail, the whole thing gets scary. And if I get scared, I can only think about myself. I become really self-centered, and without meaning to, I hurt people. So I’m not such a wonderful human being. - Haruki Murakami (A Slow Boat to China)
When you think about it, you don't need to die physically for your insides to start rotting.

lördagen den 24:e augusti 2013

 

I am just taking a short self-imposed break from facebook this weekend. Ye old doom and gloom is back and I don't want it to affect anyone. I also need to stay sane. I am consumed by intense feelings like never before. It's both good and bad. I feel alive, but somehow it hurts. But this is my own doing. I hope I can finish a few illustrations. We'll see. xx

torsdagen den 22:e augusti 2013



Mad Girls Love Song by Sylvia Plath

 
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

måndagen den 27:e maj 2013

onsdagen den 15:e maj 2013

fortune cookies

Quite chuffed. My first ever fortune cookie from fellow INFP Nichole. I must say, I love my first piece of fortune. :)