Don't ever say that these boys can't sing. The harmonies, I can't even.

One of those days.

Jeg forstår ikke, hvorfor man smider et billede på Facebook, Arto, hot osv, og skriver "Jeg er så fed" eller "Jeg er så grim" som beskrivelse.

På Arto eller hot kan det muligvis retfærdiggøres, da de sider vel egentlig bare er et råb om opmærksomhed. Men på Facebook? 
Hvis man synes, man er fed eller grim, især på et bestemt billede, hvorfor så smide det op? Handler alt efterhånden bare om, at man vil høre, at man ser godt ud? 

Og det skal lige siges, at ja, jeg har lagt et par billeder ud, hvor jeg har hentydet til noget af det. Men det er jeg holdt op med, da jeg simpelthen ikke forstår konceptet.

Blandet lort part 11.

Jeg tror, det er part 11... anyway!


Jeg har nu fundet en måde, hvorpå jeg kan håndtere de dårlige dage - fitnesscenteret. Jeg elsker, at jeg efter en lang, hård dag, kan tage derop og "pumpe igennem", med alt for højt musik, for det får mig virkelig til at slappe af bagefter. Jeg tror også, det er sundere, end at sidde og ryge, drikke cola og stene Tumblr. Just a thought.


On another note, er jeg så fuldstændig latterligt forelsket, hvis det ikke skulle være gået op for jer. Svæver stadig rundt på en lyserød sky, og hører alt for mange, alt for dårlige, kærlighedssange. 
Er stadig i den fase, hvor jeg flipper ud, når jeg får en besked fra ham. Faktisk lidt upraktisk ind i mellem, men det er ok!
Og har alt for mange af de der episoder, hvor jeg bliver totalt tøset, og løber til mine veninder og siger "NU SKAL DU HØRE, HAN ER SØØØØD" - jeg kan godt forstå, hvis I er ved at være trætte af mig! Men jeg må godt, hæh.

Jeg ville ønske, du var her. Jeg savner dig, jeg mangler dig. Jeg forstår ikke, hvorfor det ikke bliver lettere. Det er 3 år siden, men jeg mangler dig stadig hver eneste dag.

Jeg vidste, det ville være svært, men jeg troede, det ville blive lettere på et tidspunkt. 
Jeg hader, at du ikke er her. Jeg hader, at du ikke kan se, hvor meget bedre det går mig. Jeg hader, at jeg aldrig skal se dig igen. 

Jeg hader, at jeg er begyndt at drømme om dig igen. De der drømme, hvor du pludselig er tilbage, og vi laver alt det, vi plejede at lave, hvor latterligt det end var. Men så snart jeg vågner, er det som et smack-in-the-face, for det går op for mig, at du stadig er død. Du er stadig væk, du er her ikke, og jeg er helt alene. 

Jeg har stadig så meget skyldfølelse. Jeg kan ikke forstå, hvorfor jeg ikke sagde noget, hvorfor jeg ikke tog det seriøst, hvorfor jeg ikke brugte mere tid med dig. 

Jeg håber, at du engang ser ned på mig, om 20 års tid, og stadig tænker "det er min bette pige!", med stolthed. Jeg vil bruge resten af mit liv på at gøre dig stolt.

Jeg savner dig.  

Once you fall inlove, it's different. Suddenly everything in the world is beautiful - even things you hated before.
The birds sing louder, the flowers are prettier and the sky is more blue.

Suddenly, you don't just want him. You need him. He's the oxygen filling your lungs, the only one who can make you smile on your worst days. His happiness is essential to yours - if he's not smiling, neither are you. 

Everything about him is gorgeous, even his imperfections makes you want him more. 
You promise yourself to never forget the way he looks at you, the way his eyes light up when he talks about music, the way he breathes in your mouth when you bite his lip, the little smile after he kisses you. 
The trace of his jawline, the curve of his nose, the little brown spots in his eyes, his hand in yours. The way your hands fit perfectly together, as if they were made for each other. 

Every second without him feels like hours, yet a weekend in his arms feels like seconds. His scent still lingers on your bed, so you'll never leave it.
You've never felt as close to heaven as you do, when he holds you in his arms.
Home is where ever he is - it's not about the place, the time, anything but him. He gives you feeling of being complete again, a feeling you thought you'd lost forever. Even though you don't really believe in forever, the idea of being with him that long isn't even enough. You want him, every single day, and when he's not there, it's torture. 
You would do anything for him - be anything, change everything about you if he asked, knowing he never would.

You never expected any of this to turn out this way, and you certainly didn't expect him to want you back, but you thank the world for it every single day.  

Confession blog #2

1: I'm autistic.

2: I'm bipolar.

3: I used to selfharm.

4: I'm my own worst enemy.

5: I'm afraid to be happy.

6: I prefer books over people.

7: I hardly remember my childhood.

8: I'm not funny, just really mean, but people think I'm joking.

9: I'm a sarcastic bitch.

10: I was raped.

11: I hate not being normal.

12: I have a sick obsession with vampires.

13: I can't forgive.

14: I just wanna be beautiful.

15: Billie Joe is the strength behind everything I do.

16: My sister inspires me to keep going.

17: I'm strong, but I break.

18: I prefer to be alone, so unless I really like you, I'm not going to hang out with you.

19: I talk too much.

20: I want to make my father proud.

21: If I like you, I love you. If I don't like you, I hate you. I don't have any inbetweens. 

22: My friends aren't "just" friends. They're family now.

23: I long to study literature. 

24: Most of the time, I have no idea what I'm doing.

25: If you want to win my heart, buy me food. Or vodka. Vodka's cool too. 

26: I like writing songs about douchebags who cheat on me.

27: I'd walk through fire for my friends.

28: I'm a Potterhead.

29: My best friend means the world to me.

30: I'm getting better.