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eternity awaits
after two weeks in greece with panda, I'm here again ( Read more... ) -
hello dearest love
I feel like I'm late with my period, even though technically I'm not. I feel exhausted and irritable and annoyed and I feel like no one is worth my time.
They had my grandmother's funeral without me, and I just found out, and I'm angry. because WHAT THE HELL? Come on. It's just a bullshit flight from Norway to Italy and back. it's not a BIG FUCKING ( Read more... ) -
ugly but honest.
this city is starting to feel more and more like the one I was in before. I have 6 weeks left before I leave, even though I haven't booked my flight yet. I know it will feel weird to not see Ana on a regular basis, to wake up to the river flow and not the distant smell of the sea. It will be awkward not to hear the seagulls as I stagger home with a ( Read more... ) -
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I saw the boy in Paris. the one who was so beautiful, he made summer days look ugly. the one who stole my heart inadvertently at a house-party - he stood there so gorgeous and quiet like a drunk rockstar ( Read more... ) -
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this afternoon we're going to see what might be our new flat. it's in the city, there's a veranda, it's right behind bryggen. a dream. I don't want to jinx it. but I really want it. so bad ( Read more... ) -
our rocky spines
I am trying so terribly hard to concentrate and get things done ( Read more... ) -
body is a diary
oh, the frustration...
why do people make you smile and make you reach a perfect sky right on time to drop you on gravel on a perfect day of spring? waiting makes my heart go crazy with deception.
I tried to forget ( Read more... ) -
reformatting 2008
this week was a spiralling up and down, in out and about ( Read more... ) -
heart attack.
it's really over.
and we're both moving on, and in different directions, which is almost okay if it wasn't for the fact that after months of sharing everything, masses of fears, and tears and blood, there's nothing left. -
I'll never love you more than...
how easy would it be, drunk, to get to the phone and dial a number and tell him it's over? this is not even about me and christian anymore; how I had those perfect fantasies of us hanging out after he came back from tour and realising we're soulmates. going for photography-walks at 4am, watching the sun rise close to Prekestolen, waiting for the ( Read more... )