lørdag 31. juli 2010

:)

I morgen reiser jeg fra regn og vind og gråvær, til solsolsol og trange smug, og fin arkitektur. Vi skal til Rovinj i Kroatia, og jeg gleder meg.

fredag 30. juli 2010

It's empty in the valley of your heart



Jeg hører på musikk og savner sommerferien før den er over. Det er så mye jeg skulle gjort som aldri ble noe av, London, Kjøbenhavn, hyttetur, telttur, mer fyll, mer venner, mer smil og latter, mer sol. Og snart er det skole og stress, og jeg får angst av tanken. Jeg orker ikke. Herregud, det er jo mitt siste år. Jeg skal late som om jeg vet hvordan man skriver en bacheloroppgave. Og om ett år skal jeg late som om jeg vet hvordan man er en sosionom. Omg.

For tiden hører jeg mye på:

Mumford and sons - The cave.
It's empty in the valley of your heart
The sun, it rises slowly as you walk
Away from all the fears
And all the faults you've left behind

But I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck

And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways


Placebo - Pure morning
A friend in need's a friend indeed
A friend who bleeds is better
My friend confessed she passed the test
And we will never sever


Damien Jurado - Sheets
Is he still coming around like an injured bird needing a nest?
A place to rest his head in a song you'll regret
Still you take him
Lord knows I don't want to compete
But I still sleep in the very sheets he's been in

Swallow him whole like a pill that makes you choke and stills your soul
You have the nerve to look me in the eyes and lie
Send him back
I'll share the trap that you have me in


Stateless - Bloodstream
And the silence surrounds you
and hunts you
I think I might’ve inhale you
I could feel you behind my eyes
You gotten into my bloodstream
I could feel you floating in me


Athlete - Airport disco
Some are here to remember
Some are here to forget
That we used you for nothing
And we couldn't care less

Just a blur of red and yellow
That everyone chose to ignore
We all sucked that beauty from you
And kept coming back for more


Carla Bruni - Quelqu'un M'a Dit

(Credit : Ann H flickr)

onsdag 28. juli 2010

Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? No. We can’t, okay? Why the fuck would you do that?





Jævlig underholdene, hvis du har for lite å gjøre. Han er fantastisk.

"You go on your facebook, and what’s everyone’s fucking status? Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars. Bitch, shut up. I am so sick of this damn song, and I’m so sick of the dumbass fucking lyrics that everyone seems to relate to. Because I don’t relate to it, and you know why I don’t relate to it? Because it’s fucking stupid. Can we pretend that airplanes in the night star are like shooting stars? No. We can’t, okay? Why the fuck would you do that? Even if it’s a fucking airplane, like, what the hell is the purpose of pretending that an airplane is like a shooting star, okay?

Exactly, what the fuck are you gonna gain from wishing on a fucking bowing? It’s not a shooting star, so you can pretend all the fuck you want. That’s like, if I said, can we pretend these fucking shorts are a hamburger because I’m fucking hungry. What the fuck is that gonna do for me? I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now. What if the fucking airplane turns out to be a helicopter? Then what are you gonna do? Is your wish still gonna be granted?

Newsflash : If you wish on an airplane, not shit is gonna happen. Chances are, if you wish on a shooting star, not shit is gonna happen. What the fuck, are we twelve?"







"Like, why are you all up on my ass? There is enough space on this gigantic ass highway! If I brake and you hit me were gonna have a motherfucking problem!"

"When people zoom past you, get in the lain that you're in and then slow the fuck down. Why did you do that? Bitch."

tirsdag 27. juli 2010

Nothing to say, nothing to see, nothing to do



Hodet mitt holder på å eksplodere. Takk bihuler. Jeg har brukt opp internett og lest ut boka mi (Rødstrupe). Dagens høydepunkt : Lærte hvordan jeg koker egg av mamma. Gikk i butikken for å kjøpe is. Spiste is. Ferdig.

Jeg gleder meg til Kroatia.

(Credit : Lina Scheynius)

I want a perfect body, I want a perfect soul




(Credit : Jessie Craig)

Siden sist

Hanna hadde innflyttingsfest et halvt år på etterskudd, på Frogner, og leiligheten var fantastisk og været fintfintfint. På lørdag satt vi i frognerparken en stund, før vi dro videre til byen, og derfra til Trym. Det er forøvrig melis som er avbildet.