Fact

What was normal in the evening by the morning seems insane.

Patiently

I don't care if i take another picture. I don't care if i wake up tomorrow. I don't care if I'm late for work again. I don't care if you call me. I don't care about anything right now.

All i know is that I'm HUNGRY! I REALLY AM!

A typical Sunday

We would lunch on the grass and give the birds silly names.

OUR NAMES.

Manna

I remember, head down,

After you had found out

Manna is a hell of a drug

And I need a little more, I think

Because enough is never quite enough

What's enough?

(The photos on the photos are from "Wind Takes Lomography" exhibition)

Get me away from here, I'm dying

Ooh! Get me away from here I'm dying

Play me a song to set me free

Nobody writes them like they used to

So it may as well be me

Here on my own now after hours

Here on my own now on a bus

Think of it this way

You could either be successful or be US

With our winning smiles, and us

With our catchy tunes and words

Now we're photogenic

You know, we don't stand a chance

Oh, I'll settle down with some old story

About a boy who's just like me

Thought there was love in everything and everyone

YOU'RE SO NAIVE!!

They always reach a sorry ending

They always get it in the end

Still it was worth it as I turned the pages solemnly, and then

With a winning smile, the poor boy

With naivety succeeds

At the final moment, I cried

I ALWAYS CRY AT ENDINGS

/ Belle & Sebastian

Nonsense

Every time I think of being a brunette, I light up a cigarette, i take my car, go to the nearest shop, get a hair dye, dye my hair 1 tone blonder and get myself together.

This fire BURNS in me

I hate it when you come home and ask me about my day.

I hate it when you finish all the coffee.

I hate it when you don't let me sleep a bit longer.

I hate it when you stay for hours in the bathroom.

I hate it when you push me to do things that i don't want to.

I hate it when you cook.

But i couldn't stay without you in this dark place.

Never thought I'd cry over cleaning an ashtray...

Your love inspires me love.

Really.

Mad Girl's Love Song by Sylvia Plath

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I lit my lids and all is born again.

(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,

And arbitrary blackness gallops in:

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed

And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:

Exit seraphim and Satan's men:

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,

But i grow old and i forget your name.

(I think i made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunder bird instead;

At least when spring comes the roar back again.

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

(I think i made you up inside my head.)