Hemma

Hemma igen från peace and love. Bilder kommer efter att jag har fått all den sömn/mat/duschning som jag har missat de senaste dagarna.

Peace and Love



Hoppas att vi ses där.

unbreakable


Midsommar

Midsommar bestod mest av himla god mat och trevligt sällskap.

Medan Johanna och Ebba lagade mat försökte jag hålla mig så långt ifrån köket som möjligt för att undvika att förstöra maten.


Det blev en trerätters middag.






Av allt vi åt/drack tror jag faktiskt att saften smakade bäst. Den blandade jag.

Y O U K N O W M Y N A M E





Midsommar imorgon och jag tror att det kommer bli riktigt mysigt. Nu väntar alla medlemmar från Mötley Crüe i min säng. God natt sötnosar.

The infrastructure will collapse






The gulf between what you are with others and what you are alone



"I understand, all right.
The hopeless dream of being - not seeming, but being. At every waking moment, alert. The gulf between what you are with others and what you are alone. The vertigo and the constant hunger to be exposed, to be seen through, perhaps even wiped out. Every inflection and every gesture a lie, every smile a grimace.
Suicide? No, too vulgar. But you can refuse to move, refuse to talk, so that you don't have to lie. You can shut yourself in. Then you needn't play any parts or make wrong gestures. Or so you thought. But reality is diabolical. Your hiding place isn't watertight. Life trickles in from the outside, and you're forced to react. No one asks if it is true or false, if you're genuine or just a sham. Such things matter only in the theatre, and hardly there either.
I understand why you don't speak, why you don't move, why you've created a part for yourself out of apathy. I understand. I admire. You should go on with this part until it is played out, until it loses interest for you. Then you can leave it, just as you've left your other parts one by one."

Where I fall is where I land












Happy Birthday Baby!

 


"You saved this life for me
And I am grateful now and I will always be
."

Is this starting to make sense?







it's too quiet.

every word means something different now.

You said you weren't afraid to die




These empty metaphors they're all in vain




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