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Monday, October 17, 2011
Sunday, October 9, 2011
What is lacking and dreams of the future
Oh dear ones, homelessness is really getting old by now.
I miss how my life used to be, only two months ago.
The days where I would wake up on Ronalds right side.
We would cook breakfasts for eachother, shower together, our bodies intertwined all day long.
The other week, I was at a party when a boy told me, that Allah never gives us more then we can handle.
Now, this might just be the biggest lie I've heard, in my entire life! You can ofcourse replace Allah with the name god, life or destiny. Nonë of it will change the fact that this mess is too much for anyone to handle.
I do understand, that you might be reading this and thinking that I'm an oversharing bastard, who should focus on better things in life and stop this whining.
But please, understand that there is a part of me that is lacking.
I wake up everyday with my bed empty, as a reminder of that he's not there. Then the rest of my day is filled with thoughts about him, the feeling of loneliness and small reminders of his absence.
There are small things that helps though; getting drunk as a cucumber, masturbating for hours, blow, sleeping the time away and pretending to be together over skype.
Please, note that I will not be well untill Ronald is back in Scandinavia.
Here is one of my tricks to make everything feel worse: Listen to the music we use to make love, hug for hours and do all kind of things to.
I miss how my life used to be, only two months ago.
The days where I would wake up on Ronalds right side.
We would cook breakfasts for eachother, shower together, our bodies intertwined all day long.
The other week, I was at a party when a boy told me, that Allah never gives us more then we can handle.
Now, this might just be the biggest lie I've heard, in my entire life! You can ofcourse replace Allah with the name god, life or destiny. Nonë of it will change the fact that this mess is too much for anyone to handle.
I do understand, that you might be reading this and thinking that I'm an oversharing bastard, who should focus on better things in life and stop this whining.
But please, understand that there is a part of me that is lacking.
I wake up everyday with my bed empty, as a reminder of that he's not there. Then the rest of my day is filled with thoughts about him, the feeling of loneliness and small reminders of his absence.
There are small things that helps though; getting drunk as a cucumber, masturbating for hours, blow, sleeping the time away and pretending to be together over skype.
Please, note that I will not be well untill Ronald is back in Scandinavia.
Here is one of my tricks to make everything feel worse: Listen to the music we use to make love, hug for hours and do all kind of things to.
Hopefully, these feelings of apathy for the world around me and the greif over my present life, will all be over in some months. I'm putting most of the things in my life at stake and hope that my actions in the near future, will put an end to this.
"SYNOPSIS: Letters from Chantal Akerman’s mother are read over a series of elegantly composed shots of 1976 New York, where our (unseen) filmmaker and protagonist has relocated. Akerman’s unforgettable time capsule of the city is also a gorgeous meditation on urban alienation and personal and familial disconnection."
If anyone of you kittens have some of her other films. Please let me know!
Friday, September 30, 2011
One little bear is moving to Malmö and that little bear is me!
Copenhagen, you know, I'll always love you and I do forgive you for the danish politics. We both know it's Jutlands fault that Denmark has turned into a loud but scared little chihuahua.
I have always liked Malmö, especially the area i'm moving to, Möllan. Even though it's starting to turn into a bougie faux.
Last time I went, I had a lovely breakfast and lunch at this little place called Chez Madame.
If you, one sunday or weekday after 4 would be looking for me; I'm probably to be found here, drinking juices and coffees.
Farewell for now copenhagen, I'll still visit you every day to walk your streets and to get educated, but I wont sleep with you anymore.
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Copenhagen, you know, I'll always love you and I do forgive you for the danish politics. We both know it's Jutlands fault that Denmark has turned into a loud but scared little chihuahua.
I have always liked Malmö, especially the area i'm moving to, Möllan. Even though it's starting to turn into a bougie faux.
Last time I went, I had a lovely breakfast and lunch at this little place called Chez Madame.
If you, one sunday or weekday after 4 would be looking for me; I'm probably to be found here, drinking juices and coffees.
Farewell for now copenhagen, I'll still visit you every day to walk your streets and to get educated, but I wont sleep with you anymore.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Tomorrow, maybe around 10 or 11, I would love it if these girls would come sneaking in my door and sing this song for me.
Then we would bake scones and drink teas and juices.
Monday, September 26, 2011
Finally, today (actually tomorrow), Apparat released a new album! I am overexcited and sweaty from these news. The little rascal used to be signed with Bpitchcontrol, Ellen Alliens record label. But now he's out, flirting with Mute.
Get it here kittens: http://www.mediafire.com/?tof57hn47b55qxd
Since i still haven't heard it all, I can't promise you firworks. But I can tell you, that his last collaboration with Modeselektor; Moderat, made me dance for years and years.
His earlier work, Wall, has been on of the most important records for me and my bed.
Here is a pretty cute preview for you and your sister to get amazed by.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Monday, September 19, 2011
Friends - I'm his girl, is what will be playing in my headphones the forthcoming 500 days.
Friends - I'm His Girl by LuckyNumberMusic
Monday, August 22, 2011
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