lørdag 17. april 2010
fredag 16. april 2010
torsdag 15. april 2010
Dagens Ahh :)
- Gamle venner, som aldri svikter <3
- VÅR.
- Troen.. En dag..
- Har ikke ord!!!
- Man skal være glad for at visse mennesker er borte for godt.. Det er lov å hate..
onsdag 14. april 2010
Bursdagsmiddag ..... :)
I dag dro jeg til nyleiligheten til mamma, Arild og Berit :) Den er kjempefin! Ønsker meg også en sånn når jeg blir "stor". De hadde en morsom ovn.
Resultat:
Etterpå dro vil til restaurant Boao.
Der ble jeg så stappmett som jeg aldri har vært før! Innbak kylling til mat, og en herlig dessert. Den med bær er min.
Tusen takk for en fin aften, mamman min <3
Og takk for gavene :) En kartong røyk, og 1000,- kr :D
Resultat:
Etterpå dro vil til restaurant Boao.
Der ble jeg så stappmett som jeg aldri har vært før! Innbak kylling til mat, og en herlig dessert. Den med bær er min.
Tusen takk for en fin aften, mamman min <3
Og takk for gavene :) En kartong røyk, og 1000,- kr :D
tirsdag 13. april 2010
mandag 12. april 2010
Drunk is escape.
You could call her drunk, call her sober or three hundred doves,
dying, bird flu intoxicated and drowning in the deep end of the pool,
chlorinated. You could call her drunk, but she wouldn’t understand your words,
and you’d be slurring again. She’s talking fine. She’s twenty rubber bands,
snapping all at once.
You could call her drunk, but you can’t remember her number.
You could call her drunk but she’s just a little tipsy at this hour, too wild
to be wasting away. You can see her wasting away, but now there are three
of her and you don’t remember if she chugged the bottle
or if it was you.
It doesn’t really make a difference.
dying, bird flu intoxicated and drowning in the deep end of the pool,
chlorinated. You could call her drunk, but she wouldn’t understand your words,
and you’d be slurring again. She’s talking fine. She’s twenty rubber bands,
snapping all at once.
You could call her drunk, but you can’t remember her number.
You could call her drunk but she’s just a little tipsy at this hour, too wild
to be wasting away. You can see her wasting away, but now there are three
of her and you don’t remember if she chugged the bottle
or if it was you.
It doesn’t really make a difference.
fredag 9. april 2010
onsdag 7. april 2010
No name.
Slash my wrists
Slit my throat
Feeling the drain of blood
Feeling empty
Days long past passing before my eyes
Have no feeling now
I see nothing but black
No fire, no bright light
No nothing
Just Nothing
Nothing exists after death
Noting not you, and not me
Nothing
Than I awake
With the blade still in my hand
Untouched by my blood
I put it down and walked into the black abyss
Called life.
Slit my throat
Feeling the drain of blood
Feeling empty
Days long past passing before my eyes
Have no feeling now
I see nothing but black
No fire, no bright light
No nothing
Just Nothing
Nothing exists after death
Noting not you, and not me
Nothing
Than I awake
With the blade still in my hand
Untouched by my blood
I put it down and walked into the black abyss
Called life.
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