so much blood used for determining what i am and what is wrong with that. it's not that bad and surgery will be later on. hopefully. now i want to focus on getting to sweden. getting it all written out. spoken out. lived out.
spent the weekend away from thunder. unfortunately. spent the weekend with me and movies that made me believe in functionality. held your hand sometimes, cooked us dinner, watched them smile over pennies and choirs.
i think i've left him behind now. i admire them too much. i love my sanity too much. i fear heart break too much. for now. so many heart beats used for determining what he is and what is great about that. it's not good enough. i'm glad that's the case.
//sicky.
PS. the photo is me and my sister not being able to contain ourselves. it was late. it was misty. it was post-music-madness.
4 comments:
Ååå, din bild är så fin! Så full av något.. Lite rysk också! Härligt.
tack min vän!
äh, glöm det där med vem som är löjlig. vill inte börja prata en massa goja..
tacktack.
fin klänning du har på bilden!
vettuvaa? blir förvånad varje gång jag läser nåt du skrivit, om bara kort som detta. du är ju helt fantastiskt begåvad. ord, maaan!
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