9.9.12
unedited photos
Me and fred woke up early this morning to have scones and coffee in lund. I was feeling like crap after a sleepless night and some stupid infection.
Still it was pretty amazing. Empty sunday morning streets are wonderful and the scones at coffee break never seem to disappoint me.
After that, I got on the bus and then got home.
then laid in bed and tried to sleep.
I dont quite know/remember what I've done since I woke up.
Also, mom got me some wonderful kid markers today. Ohhhhhhhhhh the joy!
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fred
oh how absolutely wonderful she is.
shes in the bathroom washing her face right now, and i cant believe this is the beginning of the third year since she left me.
ahhhh
bad updating today, will be back tomorrow <3 p="p">3>
shes in the bathroom washing her face right now, and i cant believe this is the beginning of the third year since she left me.
ahhhh
bad updating today, will be back tomorrow <3 p="p">3>
6.9.12
5.9.12
4.9.12
short
stupid university and stupid parents who expect you to start it straight awaylol 16 and looking for undergraduate courses in Edinburgh, London and i dont know where else
and on top of that a massive ton of homework
some essay that can take me to istambul
and
being healthy and doing excercise
and cas
and ohhhh what a long year this one will be
unrelated picture of my legs for me to stop eating so much trashhhhhhhhhh
untitled 1
so im in a sad mood and now i feel like writing.
-you aren't perfect
-the shoes hurt my feet
-dad gave me a red string for luck
-i wish i was older so i could stop wishing for shit little people like me wish for
-i think i hate you a bit at the moment
-sometimes i try to imagine what would happen if i actually had to converse with you
-i dont like the way i feel right now
-i need to sleep
-you aren't perfect
-the shoes hurt my feet
-dad gave me a red string for luck
-i wish i was older so i could stop wishing for shit little people like me wish for
-i think i hate you a bit at the moment
-sometimes i try to imagine what would happen if i actually had to converse with you
-i dont like the way i feel right now
-i need to sleep
indian looking paintings
black and white are my favorite colors nowadays,
white makes me feel happy and it feels clean and fresh,
black is strong and clear, black is black and nothing else.
black is how i feel inside sometimes, when shit gets to my head.
white is how i feel inside sometimes, when things seem more than perfect.
black is how you just made me feel, did you even notice? people have feelings you piece of shit.
if things are white, they must be entirely white for me to like them. no stains, no dirty ends. no twirly bits in other bright colors. no stupid unthoughtful comments that ruin the perfectly white moment.
can i even write about you without mentioning too much? without making it clear that its actually about you?
you have no control over me black me would think
white me would say you control me entirely
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3.9.12
memories
I need to write some essay for school and I don't quite know what I need to write or what I should write so I guess I'll just write random things here to feel inspired:
-I was born in mexico, a country where as a woman, you more or less should/must not have sex before you marry.
-Women who divorce and get a new partner are seen badly by their families. I've never quite understood the reason.
-We used to have big family lunches every sunday at my grandmas house, all my cousins, all my auncles and aunts would be there. The women would all sit in the kitchen and cook, while the men sat outside drinking beer and smoking cigarettes. Sometimes they would take care of the grill, because it was the thing the men could do.
-I visited Mexico 2 years ago during christmas time. I remember that me and my mom celebrated the 24th by eating dinner at my aunt's place. When the dinner was over, I remember very clearly, the women stood up and started doing dishes, cleaning the table, serving dessert. The men stood around and watched, joked around even. Not a single one of them did much more than bringing their plates to the kitchen.
-My room was entirely pink when I was little. My brother's was blue. I always wanted to play with the legos and the cars, but my brothers never let me.
-When I was in Mexico 2 years ago, I was asked plenty of times by family members whether my brothers were able to drive a car. When I said that they hadn't even thought about it, they looked surprised. I was never asked whether I could drive a car.
-They also asked over and over again if my brothers had girlfriends. They made fun of them because they didn't.
-My 70 year old grandma cooks every single meal for my 80 year old grandpa.
-Men would open up the windows of their cars and whistle to me and my mom when we walked around the city. They would say awfully rude things. I felt disgusting and not in the least bit eulogized.
-When I was in greece this summer, I entered a shop where one of the employees got a little too close. He made me feel so uncomfortable and went as far as hugging me and kissing me when I told him I needed to go.
-Why the fuck do women need to go through shit like this? We're both human beings, yet some of us are treated like slaves and are even physically/mentally harassed by the other sex.
-Why are we paid less? We can most certainly do as much as any other common man can.
-And why do some women just let men control them? In every way possible? Why must my aunt still have to wash and cook for my 26 year old cousin? When will women like her be able to achieve personal fulfillment?
-[to be continued]
-I was born in mexico, a country where as a woman, you more or less should/must not have sex before you marry.
-Women who divorce and get a new partner are seen badly by their families. I've never quite understood the reason.
-We used to have big family lunches every sunday at my grandmas house, all my cousins, all my auncles and aunts would be there. The women would all sit in the kitchen and cook, while the men sat outside drinking beer and smoking cigarettes. Sometimes they would take care of the grill, because it was the thing the men could do.
-I visited Mexico 2 years ago during christmas time. I remember that me and my mom celebrated the 24th by eating dinner at my aunt's place. When the dinner was over, I remember very clearly, the women stood up and started doing dishes, cleaning the table, serving dessert. The men stood around and watched, joked around even. Not a single one of them did much more than bringing their plates to the kitchen.
-My room was entirely pink when I was little. My brother's was blue. I always wanted to play with the legos and the cars, but my brothers never let me.
-When I was in Mexico 2 years ago, I was asked plenty of times by family members whether my brothers were able to drive a car. When I said that they hadn't even thought about it, they looked surprised. I was never asked whether I could drive a car.
-They also asked over and over again if my brothers had girlfriends. They made fun of them because they didn't.
-My 70 year old grandma cooks every single meal for my 80 year old grandpa.
-Men would open up the windows of their cars and whistle to me and my mom when we walked around the city. They would say awfully rude things. I felt disgusting and not in the least bit eulogized.
-When I was in greece this summer, I entered a shop where one of the employees got a little too close. He made me feel so uncomfortable and went as far as hugging me and kissing me when I told him I needed to go.
-Why the fuck do women need to go through shit like this? We're both human beings, yet some of us are treated like slaves and are even physically/mentally harassed by the other sex.
-Why are we paid less? We can most certainly do as much as any other common man can.
-And why do some women just let men control them? In every way possible? Why must my aunt still have to wash and cook for my 26 year old cousin? When will women like her be able to achieve personal fulfillment?
-[to be continued]
1.9.12
hultan
The pictures have been laying around in my room, bringing back the memories of dusty and wet days at hultsfred. Ohhh how it was all so horrible that last night, raining cats and dogs and ending the night at 6 in the morning with iphones being dropped in puddles. But how there were some moments when me and hana walked around and talked about how fucking amazing it was being there. How you could just jump around and dance to whatever sort of music you heard and noone would think you were wierd. Or how I laughed at amy who couldn't take off her shoes and would scream "fucking shoe!". Tuna sandwiches, peanut butter sandwiches, peanut butter and nutella sandwiches, cider, jägers and ridiculous amounts of water because we were so thirsty after all the concerts.
Oh and the xx. One of the best 1 ½ hours of my entire life.
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