my. heart. is. never. wrong.

if my hands weren't there, like i saw in the stream
of the drawings been made on a full colour screen
if they weren't to be found, then what else could i be?

if your hands weren't there, like i saw in my dreams
and the poets we made, had all gone, disappeared,
then what else could i be?

if your hands & my hands strolled together around
if they were to make friends we'd be possibly up
to scape from this world, from this no past land.

if i looked in the windows while walking pass through
if i stared at the willows with my seven black truths
if my eyes were to see what belongs to your mind...

if you'd like, keep perceiving what lies on my back
and your eyes will shine through the glass of my wine
and the windows, the willows, the pillows, and your mouth.

Bitches aint shit but bitches and shit.

P.S. friend of mine; you need to kick IT on the you-know-whats, i can't have normal conversations with you anymore. Seriously, it makes me sad. Plus, i think your "girlfriend" knows. ew. That's all, no after work special here.

toodles!

//lala

Strictly for her.

"No one belongs here more than you."

//lala

The real world.

In a perfect world I'd be a litterary genious, travelling around the world doing book readings, fashion shows and photo exhibitions.

In a perfect world I could make a living from my writing and photographs, and I'd have an adoring artist who would sketch me. Ooooh, wait, sketch me nekkkid. And we'd get into terrible, passionate fights involving the breaking of plates and that always ended in hot frenzied sex.

God. My problem is I'm a chronic dreamer. It's a terribly wonderful inconvenient necessary affliction. I spend most of my days floating around the outermost atmosphere, with my feet clumsily tripping around on the ground below.

I know what I want out of life. And i know i deserve it (don't look at me for false modesty. Im not of that school) I just don't know how to go about getting it. yet. Wheter it be buckling down and submitting my writing to some editor (oh god) or starting my longLUSTED journey in the fashion industry (!!) or simply mustering up the courage to talk to that cute boy with the shaggy brown hair and good shoes who randomly loves to take photographs (it's always boys with good shoes and cameras that do me in..)

Nevertheless, with absolutely nooo clue or direction in where i am going and despite of my drive to get to that place, i could'nt be happier with where i am right now. I am surrounded by marvelousness. I just got back from a long weekend in Oslo, and i realized.. I have the most a m a z i n g people in my life. They inspire and stimulate me in every inkling movement made and it takes my breath away every single time it happens. I've had remarkable conversations with even more remarkable people. I feel like i'm placed on a pedestal with every word said to me, yet they all manage to keep me so grounded. I am forever humble and greatfull. Ya'll can wear my rolex ANYDAY;)

No i don't know what to do with myself.
But you know what? I'm having hella fun figuring out what it is I should be doing.

I fucking love you all! you know who you are.
See you in 3 weeks.

//lala