ONE DAY TO GO..

Imorgon smäller det!
 


FOUR DAYS...

Snart smäller det! Är sjukt glad men också nervös och spänd!
 
haha happykid och ser typ ut som fjorton på bilden eller nåt, haha..

FIVE DAYS TO GO!

..the smile is starting to come back to my face :)



 
 
 
 
 
 

I knew you were trouble.

I'm supposed to feel happy, but in some crappy way I just feel like shit at the moment.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I think the worst part of it all wasn't losing him, it was losing me.

9 days to go.

Can't wait.
 

Tack, ni är bäst! <3


11 days to go.

I'm so happy. What a relief.


COUNTDOWN

13 days left..

14 days levy in hell.

I can't wait. I've wanted this for such a long time now, and finally I get to do it.

So, f*ck you and f*ck everybody else.


Because sometimes you need that egoboost.

 
 
 
Yes, 1st place is me. I'm Barbie. :)
 
When you feel down this is one of the things that helps you to get up. 

från mobilen..

En bild säger mer än 1000 ord, eller hur? Därför bjuder jag på lite telefonbilder från den senaste tiden, enjoy!



Just let me sleep.

How many sleepless nights do I have to go through, just because of you? You fucked up my life, even if I thought you wouldn't do something like that. I hate you. You're such an idiot.


Just f*ck off.





Show me that it's worth it

 
 
“Love is a funny thing. You expect it to be easy. You expect it to be a world of roses and laughs and perfect moments that you find only in movies. You expect her to always say the right thing, and always know exactly how you feel, or exactly how to react to it. You expect him to calm you down when you’re yelling or to chase you when you run away. You expect so much that you feel entirely, and utterly defeated when something doesn’t exactly match up to all your plans. But that’s the thing. Love isn’t a plan. It doesn’t have a certain beginning and it certainly has no end, or a visible finish line to those deeply in it. Love happens; it is so incredibly messy. People around you can’t comprehend why you do the things you do, or why you fight so hard for something that seems to cause you so much pain. Because simply, they can’t see. They can’t see the invisible ring of insanity that surrounds you when you’re in love. It’s inconvenient and painful and devastating at times, but we can’t live without it. What you don’t learn is how hard love is. How much work it takes. How much of ourselves we have to put into it. How it isn’t worth it until we are complete and utter idiots about it. Love isn’t her calming you down when you yell. It’s her yelling, just as loud, just as hard, right back at you, right in your face to wake you up and to keep you grounded. It isn’t her or him bringing you roses everyday or cute things that make your relationship appear more presentable. It’s right after a long fight, that drains the life and bones right out of both of you, and yet him showing up at your door the next morning anyway. It’s not her saying all the right things or knowing exactly how to handle you. So no, it’s not her caressing your hair and telling you everything is going to be okay. It’s him standing there, admitting he’s just as scared as you are. You have to remember that with love, you’re not the only one involved. You’ve unknowingly put your life, your heart, into the palm of another’s hands and saying, here. Do what you will. Mash it into a million pieces, mash it into meat. Or forget I ever handed it to you in the first place. Just as long as you have it. It makes reality invisible, and it erases all the lines that we shouldn’t cross. Because love isn’t about fencing ourselves in; feeling safe, feeling sure about the future. It’s about scaring the shit out of every nerve in our body, but pushing forward anyway. Because all the fighting and all the tears and all the uncertainty is worth it. And it’s a hell of a lot better than being 100% happy without someone to show us that there is a world of a difference between feeling ‘happy’ and feeling whole.” - Andrew Landon, Definition of Love

No Words.

Sometimes I just.. I dont know. I just feel weird about this thing, is there even "a thing"? It should be this or that, to be or not, it shouldn't be anything between, I just freak out about that shit.
 
Well, fuck that shit. Now I'm gonna live my life, go on with the flow and stop worrying about shit.
 
 
Ciao.
 
 

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