I named her Duckey :)
jag har en ny kompis. Hon ställde sig nedanför min "balkong" när jag stog och tittade ut, sen la hon huvudet på sned och vickade på stjärten XD
klart hon fick bröd, då liksom ^^
Gullungar!! <3
you made my day<3
jag vet inte riktigt...
hittade i ett block från nian
du är den vackraste låten jag någonsin har hört,
som jag konstant har på huvudet,
men aldrig vågar sjunga.
Rädd att du var skriven för någon annans läppar,
och att min trasiga stämma skulle förstöra dig.
du är den vackraste låten jag någonsin har hört,
som jag konstant har på huvudet,
men aldrig vågar sjunga.
Rädd att du var skriven för någon annans läppar,
och att min trasiga stämma skulle förstöra dig.
Fest^^
Jens och Milla =D
Veronica, Therese och Elin =D
Jenny, jag, Mia och Cis armar XD
Milla och Milla XD
Jens och Cissi... lr nåt liknande :P
Mia och Ci =D
det var tyvärr dom enda bilderna jag fick från festen :P men andra fick nog mer bilder^^
never said it makes sense, or is spelled correctly...
Every once in a while I open my eyes and I forget to close them again. And as I feel the cold of the atmosphere freeze my eyeballs, sparkling crystals of ice starts forming on the thin coat of tears that constantly lie on everyones sight. and as I look into my crystals of tears my eyesight blurs everything into an unrecognizable haze of diamonds.
And the colours are cold as winter, but warm as love, and if there were any way to explain them I would. And the texture of them is fine, as if they were to break like glass in the heat of my stare. but strong, like the feeling of vitory, when you find yourself standing compleatly still -as in; not running anymore- just looking back at what was hunting you, and realising, it wasn't worth running from. cause it's so small, compared to you, and your sense of being, that you lost all fears you had about it, the second you laid eye on it.
and the diamonds are big. like mount everest, or the people who climbed mount everest.
but small, like the reaction of nothing, when I manage to close my eyes again. and realize I acctually opened them. and the dream I was just dreaming, was nothing but chemicals in my brain, and another morning that I got to wake up to the beauty of myself crying.
And the colours are cold as winter, but warm as love, and if there were any way to explain them I would. And the texture of them is fine, as if they were to break like glass in the heat of my stare. but strong, like the feeling of vitory, when you find yourself standing compleatly still -as in; not running anymore- just looking back at what was hunting you, and realising, it wasn't worth running from. cause it's so small, compared to you, and your sense of being, that you lost all fears you had about it, the second you laid eye on it.
and the diamonds are big. like mount everest, or the people who climbed mount everest.
but small, like the reaction of nothing, when I manage to close my eyes again. and realize I acctually opened them. and the dream I was just dreaming, was nothing but chemicals in my brain, and another morning that I got to wake up to the beauty of myself crying.
