my mother brought much roses.
i played with the idea of being very very terribly beloved. in that way that you feel like you can't breathe anymore. and that the whole world is spinning. when your heart aches as if it were a balloon that someone was trying to fill with so much air you knew it would burst any minute now any minute now.
i didn't succeed very well. but drowning in roses works just as well. and instead of stupidluvthingies you can fill yourself with cherries. works much better. and lasts a lot longer. is far more reliable. and tastes never bitter. is rotten a lot more seldom.
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one skriver så pretty. det bittraste är väl att one probably har rätt också.
men vart is one living now, in turku? Jag har inte så stor koll, lite förvirrad. Fast jag vet inte, jag tycker alla places är like that, at least so far. That it never is enough och det alltid är något som saknas, kind of.
One will find that place though, let's decide that it's just a matter of time (:
we are not giving up on lööve here, are we?
alin, vau. muun muassa..
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