Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Wait what?

I have missed myself. It ´s been 2 long. Let´s say I´ve been asleep. Asleep/deadn´gone. Just around the corner. You can find me elsewhere.

Anyways kids. A boy. There is a boy. Breathing so fast every time. So fast. Perhaps he´s scared. I hope so. He should be. He is getting close. I have a t-t-tendency to run. I´ll let you know. I´ll even show you.

Saturday, June 19, 2010


A boy told me yesterday I looked like Marie Antoinette on blow. When I pointed out that I had been drinking wine and done a lot of opium that night he corrected himself and told me I was just like M. I do feel a bit beheaded right now I must say - well deserved.

Sunday, June 6, 2010


It seems maybe you don´t understand me. I´m not afraid of love, I just don´t wan´t it.

I´m not a girlfriend.

I sometimes don´t sleep in my own bed 4 a week and I don´t want anyone at home who makes me feel guilty over that. I don´t need a boy. I need boys. Reöationships does not work.

excuse my spelling I´ve had a Jack.

Friday, June 4, 2010

f it

"I love you"

How can any boy in any way destry a relationship faster than saying the 3 words?
I push him off me and tumble out the door. Never mind my shoes or my phone. It`s dangerous back there, cant return. He is dangerous hazard.

You don´t love me- u love the thought of me in your old clothes smoking in the window. Love the thought of maybe you are the boy who can fix me. Make me eat. Make me convinced wine is not breakfast. You won´t be able 2. I won´t sit in your window like a girl in a movie. I will jump.

Saturday, May 29, 2010

My legs feel broken and I can´t stand up no matter how hard I try. 4 some reason, as Jason and I was on our way out, he thought it was a good idea 4 me 2 drive. I don´t drive. One thing 2 another= I hit a bunny. I hit a fuckin bunny with my car. In anger I decided 2 walk home, mad at every automobile on this planet. Ergo My lags can´t keep me up, and my heart can´t stop aching.

bare with me I´m tired.

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Vegas baby

I feel like taking a roadtrip. Top down, Journey from the speakers, denim shorts and raybans. Where do I go? Vegas perhaps.

I slept with a certain E.Hirsch last time I was there. Haha, I remember sitting on his back looking down on it, and how I put a needle through his shoulder just 2 see how he would react. He reacts by bleeding and getting mad I tell u.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Dark Was the night.

Drinking wine in a black dress feels so much more justified than anything else. Cheap wine in jeans makes me want to puke. Expensive wine wearing nothing makes me melancholic. Plum wine in a black dress makes me feel like Anaïs Nin. Givenchy silc and McQueen skull. Ryan, Nick and Signe here in person. Belle and Miri here in spirit. A good hour.