this place is a narrative mess

"kun omenan sijaan tarttuu avokadoon, syrjähypyn puhdistavuutta", kirjoitti tarleena.
mutta entä jos ottaa molemmat. onko se sitten sitä kakun syömistä ja pitämistä myös. mutta nehän on hedelmiä.

happiness hit her like a train on a track

today my b(o)yfriend took off his septum and i took photos of him for his job application and we investigated our plant for possible lice and pondered upon how we should make the plant grow. and that was my tuesday, pretty much.

volmar

(go hammocks.)

onnenpäivänen

these two kids are gonna flee the city for a short while! nähdään pian.
p.s. in this link there is hiding the best childrens' song ever maybe.

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

i like my fingers drowning into your curls and your neck bending

he used to be the life and soul of everyone around, you'd never catch him looking up and never see him down, but oh

he couldn't raise a smile, not for a while, and he's a failure now.



today i bummed a cigarette from my brother. it was the first time he saw me smoke. we talked about important things and alcohol and the feeling of detachment. and about his habit of spending fifteen thousand crowns in a weekend.

on me dit que nos vies ne valent pas grand chose

we just plant flowers, eat breakfast on the floor (toast with blueberryjam for me, cheese and cucumber for him). it's perfect.

well i remember those few nights when the sky it stared right back at us, felt so small standing next to you