i feel like

känslan går aldrig ur så länge jag är med dig.

I change shapes just to hide in this place

There was a time when my world was filled with darkness, darkness, darkness.
And I stopped dreaming now I'm supposed to fill it up with something, something , something In your eyes I see the eyes of somebody i knew before long long long ago.

animal - miike snow, great song by the way.

just another thing - the weekend in words;
orangina, wii, södermalm a bit, best friends, leather boots, new jacket and stuff, hm-fashion opened, vanilla coke, love, trolly madness, concert, old friends, favourite café - saturnus, bubblebath, old movies, fanta lemon, chillchillchill, sportifyplaylists, kissing, thx!

sv - och så en annan sak, helgen i ord:
orangina, wii, lite av södermalm, bästa vänner, skinnstövlar, ny jacka och annat, hm-fashion öppnade, vanilla coke, kärlek, kundvagnshysteri, konsert, gamla vänner, favorit caféet saturnus, bubbelbad, gamla filmer, citron fanta, chillyeah, spotifyspellistor, kyssar, tack!

k

love spotify

lemon

pic. chris craymer

täcke i soffan, gamla filmer och fanta lemon det är så söndagar ska vara, für real.

old movies and fanta lemon and then we're talking.

two minutes

pic. chris craymer
i miss you already, please come back my love.

sundaysmornings

pic - chris craymer

i just love to stay in bed for hours, until lunch or so.

city is sleeping

pic. marcus ohlsson lundlund
i love to be awake when everybody's sleeping, and i am wondering if you're one of them.

i kind of like it.

pic. lolita

although we're building a fantasy future on flimsy grounds, i kind of like it. i want to be with you as long as my heart wants to.

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sleep

sometimes i wish i could sleep through the weeks and just be awake friday nights, saturdays and sunday mornings. all the boring stuff you need to do ruins your life, i'm just sick of it.

ibland önskar jag att jag kunde sova mig genom veckorna, bara vara vaken fredagskvällar, lördagar och söndagsmorgnar. allt det tråkiga förstör ditt liv, jag är bara så trött på det.

imaginary

pic. leloveimage
lets spend the afternoon in our imaginary world.

you know

I know you're my only reader, you know I only write for you.

fill me with love

it would feel so awesome to be in that bed with you right now, instead of being home alone and sick. I feel so empty. Fill me with love.

cardboardlove

aren't they sweet? wish I could come up with some small love notes too.
the last one, oh, yes it's true I'd really like make out with you right now, if I could.

come and sit here with me.

I want to do these magic things with someone I love.

Just add some fantasy and romance, a night before it starts to get so cold you need a scarf wired twothousand times around your neck.
With you I want to sit on a roof under the stars with a pillow close to my chest, smoke, drink some old wine and philosophize about life, love and death. But we don't have to go so deep within our souls. Can you handle so much life on just one night, so cold air, so much kissing and so many deep words. Just the minutes before sleep thoughts are running through your head like crazy, so tired the only thing you can feel is your loves legs twisted around yours, a soft kiss and three small words with a bigger meaning than life, just that second passes by slower than the one before.

got you

Försökt att få dig.

Jag fick dig.

Försökt att nå dig.

Utan svar.

Alla känslor på en gång.

Vill inte gråta till vår sång.

I've tried to get you.

I got you.

Tried to reach you.

Without an answer.

All the feelings at once.

I don't want to cry to our song.

can i?

tomrum

Du fyllde ett tomrum jag inte visste jag hade. Jag blev kanske inte hel för min själ kommer förbli trasig, sökande efter något abstrakt. Som jag tror finns där och det kanske det gör. En trasig, sökande själv som vill hitta den där biten som saknas. Den där uppfyllande kärleken, som jag för stunden bara tror att man kan hitta hos dig.

just try

Spring ifrån livet, men det kommer alltid komma ifatt dig. Spring mot livet och du kommer aldrig lyckas springa jämsides med det.

Okej det var inte en text om kärlek.

kiss me in every doorway.

I want you to find these details on my body no one else but you can notice, ask where they've come from and the history behind it. Then i'll tell you, you'll laugh or you'll be surprised. And when my heart starts to hurt you'll throw rocks at my window, take me out in the night, walk around town. Kiss me in every doorway and indemnifying lay the arm around me. You're going to study my face and see the changes, cause you know how i look if you just close your eyes.

swedish

Jag vill att du hittar detaljerna på min kropp ingen annan noterar, frågar vart de kommer ifrån och om historien bakom dem. Sen ska jag berätta du ska skratta eller bli förvånad. När jag har ont i hjärtat ska du kasta sten på mitt fönster ta mig ut i natten och gå runt halva stan. Kyssa mig i varje port och tryggande lägga armen om mig. Du ska studera mitt ansikte och se förändringarna för att du vet hur jag ser ut om du bara blundar.

fading

feels like we're fading away, wish i could save this moment forever.

känns som vi bleknar, önskar jag kunde spara ögonblicket förevigt.

le love writer

lets go out for a walk. it's snowing outside, you can borrow my knitting gloves.

vi går ut ett tag. de snöar och du kan låna mina vantar.