new journal : blanchet,

i love you. ♥

and i could never leave completely,
too much love, but not enough to cover my fears
and i'm afraid of being forgot,
and afraid of forgetting.

but, new journal. find me?no, this was a mistake. forgive me ( Read more... )

( so many thank yous to everyone who recommended some music to me in my last entry ( Read more... )

could someone please tell me some songs / artists / bands i could download?
it would make me very very happy! ♥

i can't really think of anything else i could do today,
listening to music all night.

sisters, you are magici wish sundays could always be like this. almost perfect. so close to being perfect it's dangerous. and terrible somehow. i have a plot in my mind, and faces of the characters. and music playing somewhere! soundtrack would be the most beautiful and wonderful ever ( Read more... )

it really fascinates me, that in finnish, there's only one word for heaven and sky. it's taivas. it's a sky and a heaven. and it's such a beautiful word. every language should have only one word for heaven and sky. because you can't tell a sky from a heaven. or a heaven from a sky. at least i can't.

( taivas )

i feel happy when i'm feeling small. i wish i could be so tiny i could live in someone's pocket. i like it when i'm pretending nothing i dislike exists or nothing that could somehow crash or harm. i guess it's very selfish way to be and think, sometimes. but i draw the lines, and everything outside of them is pure fiction. and still everything ( Read more... )

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so, i took some people off from my friends list. if i took you off, and you want to stay, comment so i'll more likely add you back. and i took off those old journals of yours you don't use anymore. and i'm wishing you could delete me from your old journals if i have deleted them from my friends list. i left some though.

♥, andi

wishing to live alone, but not lonely. singing, and making songs that will break hearts. leaving footprints in snow, and finding where my heart has been all these years. long hair, so that i could put flowers and ribbons in it, and run over the bridges and by the neon citylights to meet the ones i love. make bad poetry at night, burn my notes and ( Read more... )