killing it.

inch by inch
it's all getting closer

the mistakes I once made suddenly come out from nowhere
holding me back
/pushing me off track

when did I stop keeping track
when did I lose control
when did I stop keeping track
when did you start holding me back

I guess old habits die hard.

"you said you loved me"
- "I do"
"then why does it hurt so fucking much"

I love a man.

I love a man and he's strong as a mountain
being loved by him feels like standing in a fountain
in the middle of the flow
where the water makes me grow

I love a man and his ease is like a sunset
being touched by him makes me as peacefull as I can get
and he becomes the source
that helps me, with a gentle hand and no regrets to close yesterday's doors

let me be yours forever

I love a man and he captures the moment
being kissed by him fills my body with contentment
when I am with him i know
that this is where happiness can grow

you see this man, he is all that I dream of
having him by my side makes me believe i have found true love
and this I know for sure
that whatever's expecting me, with him I'll open up tomorrow's door

let me be yours forever

// torun eriksen

vakkert.

Stood still and smiled when he left to you
“Wanna come with me?” he asked
I couldn’t do nothing, could just laugh

At night, I try to feel you somehow
and I look into the constillations

and I imagine you see the same thing
and I recall

We don’t see the same side of the moon

At night, I try to see you somehow
and I imagine you beside, looking to my mouth,
when I sang words you couldn’t understand, I was singing:

För jag har gråtit floder, och jag flöt nästan bort
Ingen utom du kan trösta varfor kom du inte fort?
Vinden er för svag och solen er för varm,
så länge jag inte vilar i din famn

// We don’t see the same side of the moon - Taxi Taxi //

just give me 'till then to give up this fight.

Romeo återvänder ensam.

romantikken gjer meg sjuk.

jeg går ned ei trapp på skola, på vei til neste forelesning

og plutselig slår det meg

i to sekunder

følelsen av fullkommenhet. balanse. lykkelighet.

jeg har bygd en hverdag som utelukkende består av musikk

jeg har en stor familie som er frisk, rask, og god som gull

JEG er frisk, og har mulighet til å gjøre AKKURAT det jeg vil med livet mitt

jeg føler en ubeskrivelig kjærlighet til min vakre kjæreste og mine fantastiske venner

fyfaen jeg er så jævla glad i alle sammen!!!!!!!, tenker jeg.

så går jeg videre ned trappen

og hverdagen fortsetter

hardcore will never die, but you will.

ææ. björk og bon iver confirmed til roskilde 2012.

fack..! jeg er død.

men nå må jeg skrive eksamen.

lukk tumblr-fanen.

lukk bloglovin'-fanen.

lukk weheartit-fanen.

slutt å tenk på han.

skriv om elev A og B i kulturskolen i norge.

det blir så gøy :D fack yeeeaaah!!.

how to spend a perfect weekend:

1. lage mat sammen

2. se tusen filmer

3. snu døgnet

4. glemme skolen (aiai)

5. bli enda mer fortapt i deg

faen. livet mitt har blitt en jævla weheartit-klisjé,

og jeg kan helt ærlig ikke forklare med ord hvor fantastisk det føles.

but I'm a

I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice when I'm not around
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special.

with diamonds!

yellow.

the build up.

written on your ticket to

remind you where to stop

-- and when to get off

I drew a map of Canada with your face sketched on it twice.

CAN YOU LIVE WITH THIS.