unwavering resolve

Stranger Than Kindness from Fever Ray on Vimeo.

the road of golden dust

i'm coming back
i'm trying to
don't know exactly how
but i'm coming back

[i'll try to take back what was once mine]

love eternal

so they say

You Are A: Bear Cub!

Bears are strong and independent creatures who roam in the forest in search of food. Bears are usually gentle, but anger one and be prepared for their full fury! You're big, you won't back down from a fight -- classic attributes of a bear. Intelligent and resourceful, though lazy at times, you are a fascinating creature of the wild.

You were almost a: Kitten or a Lamb
You are least like a: Duckling or a FrogWhat Cute Animal Are You?

lottery or car crash [would the pretty boy on the bus disapprove?]

electric shocks?
i love them
with you dozen a day
but after a while i wonder
where's that love you promised me?
where is he?

bees

"you know," sandy said, "these are supposed to be the happiest days of our lives."
"yes, they are always saying that," jenny said. "they say, make the most of your schooldays because you never know what lies ahead of you."
"miss brodie says prime is best," sandy said.
"yes, but she never got married like our mothers and fathers."
"they don't have primes," said sandy.
"they have sexual intercourse," jenny said.

muriel spark, 'the prime of miss jean brodie'

May 22, 1930

oh, yes. happy birthday, steven patrick morrissey. you too.

procession

yeah. maybe

i just don't know.

why i am a seventeen-year-old girl

[the white hot room, the waiting room]

the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired

cream_crackers were roaring with laughter watching "17 again", "a night at the museum 2" and "ice age 3" trailers
i felt ashamed

[10days without gngrbrd. difficult. last time we spoke was 25h ago. i get jealous i was replaced with others. it bugs me.]

why i am a seventeen-year-old girl

[ tom hollander making out with hugo weaving. mmmmmmm. james purefoy. mmmmmmm. kevin mckidd. mmmmmmm. kevin mckidd making out with james purefoy. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM. ]

let no one mourn that he has fallen again and again; for forgiveness has risen from the grave

i put the hood on
red
like the comic book villain
and i'm tough

no one can see me
and what i'm trying to hide


i want to grow gills
dive into a deep, clear pond
and rest at the bottom
sleep for years

i'm tired of tasks, duties and entertainment
of friends, adults and disappointments
of sounds, images, scents, flavors
i'm tired of people, ideas, noise
of thinking, talking, interacting
of plans, hopes, expectations

i'm tired


[ gingerbread says: if your powers are running low, just put on your cape, superhero. ]

why i am a seventeen-year-old girl

is she back?!

or is it just madelyne pryor?

common around here

the only thing i have now
are the brown camper shoes
so i go out walking
hoping they will lead me to the right destination
the outside won't notice i'm walking tearfully
the outside is crying itself

a storm is gonna come

and there's no shelter nor defender
because of the separating big water
so i can only curl up
and wait

8 days, spring and cookie dough

thanks be to the pretty boy with nice white teeth on the bus for saving me from lowering standars

i want to hide under the snowy duvet outside
and fall into deep sleep
decompose and become absorbed by the environment
travel deep into the soil
and rest

[winter when you're almost 24 seems like the perfect time to start a mid 20s crisis]

why i am a seventeen-year-old girl