I'm happy

My love for him is stronger than I ever imagned love to be for me. Even more so, his love for me is something beyond explanation. I can feel it when he looks at me, when he touches me, and when he says he misses me on the phone. He is the man. The man who is better than my dreams, and the best part is, he is real. I just really, really hope that I'll always make him happy. That's more and more important to me each day, to make him happy. Before, I'd probably say such a statement was silly, but today it's just true, and that's all there is to it.  

Jeg sier ikke at jeg elsker ham (rister på hodet), men det går den veien.

What do you do...

What do you do when you have a need to show someone your weakness, but don't really have anyone to show it to?

What do you do when you want to cry, but don't because you're too proud?

What do you do when you want to cry, but you don't really have the time?

What do you do when you would like someone to know you're sad inside, but at the same time not have anyone you would like to show it to?

How do you manage to keep on even though your whole entire body hurts?

How do you manage to keep on even though you're so tired you fall in bed?

How do you manage to be you?

Easy. You love it.

Freedom

Today, I realised that I can get anything I want. Nothing is impossible. I can get every guy that I want to, as long as I put my mind to it as selv-loving as that might sound, I now know, that this, for a fact, is true. I can make friends in every country, and I can manage to learn anything. This is my idea of freedom. This is how I feel free.

This is a good feeling, one of the best in the world.

First priority will from now be:

* Get my license (I really have to get that!)

So.. I guess I will be reading a lot......

MISS WONDERFUL IS BACK <3

Mi familia es you

Om du rapper litt i hodet ditt, blir ikke dette så værst til være skrevet på to minutter, altså!

I’ve been in Spain

For some days,

Never saw no rain,

Never gained no pain,

I just saw your face.

I got home today,

And no one cares that way,

I know your family is trippin’

But my ain’t missin’.

They just don’t care that way.

Mi familia es you,

And you know I care to,

With you I’m home,

Spain, moon or Rome,

I know what I wanna do.

I wanna live all my life,

With you by my side,

I wanna roll in the deep,

As long as you are there.

As long as you are there.

Darkness

Everybody has a dark side. They may not know it yet, but it's there. Something inside them will always be rather dark or depressing. They don't need to focus on it, and they don't need to admit it's there, but it is.

Some get couth by it, some because they don't work on it and others because they think it's terrible that they, in fact, has this dark side inside of them. I don't worry too much about mine yet, but I have, in fact, addmitted that it's there. I won't dwell about it. I won't think about it too much. I'll live like it's not there. Run away from it, some'd say. Survive, others would say. I'd say live life because I'd rather live life when I can. At one point this body won't carry my soul no more, and then I'd want to use all my time on something fun, when I can. While I'm still alive. Cause that's it. Being alive.

Great balls of fire medly

I woke up angry at the world today,

My hope was gone, and my love far away.

I couldn’t help but try to figure out,

Why my happiness was fly-flying south.

All the pieces of the sky broke down,

I tried to work my way back to town.

Problem is, I own them money,

I lost my suitcase and my life, now honey.

I got out and saw the world today,

The birds were gone, the warmth far away.

I couldn't help but try to figure out,

why my happiness was fly-flying south.

(...)

The old, loved man

A leaf felled silent down,

as the old man walked around town.

He’s wife was the best and blind,

and they married at sixty-nine.

He gasped for air,

As the wind played with his hair,

His eyes turned cold,

And the man was gone.

His wife had been cold,

Since he turned old,

The previous fall,

She couldn’t handle it all.

He gasped for air,

As the wind played with his hair,

His eyes turned cold,

And the man was gone.

Now he’s in heaven,

eating at seven or elleven,

his wife gives him kisses,

and there's nothing he misses.

The voices

It has turned out that the voices was right all a long and that's ok. It's so much better know. I'm happy again. I'd rather be happy on my own than unhappy with someone else. That's it. Easy as that. Not that I'm alone or anothing, actually quite the opposite. It took me a week.

The voices

They are here again. The voices. Telling me I'm not worth him. Telling me he'll never love me the way he loved her. The voices suck and I know they're wrong. Therefore I'm asking them to get away. Out of my head. Out of my life. I don't need anyone telling me I'm not good enough and especially not when that's voices in my own head. Get out. Get lost. All I want is to get rid them. Bye voices, I don't need you.

Is this real or is it fantasy?

Is it true
that you and me
could be?

HELL TO THE YEAH!

I like me as I am. There's nothing wrong with me. I'm in fact, perfect in my own eyes. If I weren't I'd do something about it. I love me. If you want to be with me, you have to accept that.

You said

She's like a knife

in the middle of my chest.

She would be your wife,

jusing your arms for rest.

But a dark knight,

come and took her away.

"Sleep with me tonight",

That's what she'd say.

To her you said,

"I will never be like her".

And this is what I desirve.

All we have together,

must mean more than her.

I wasn't supposed to know,

he never would have told,

but, you know,

I swallowed it as gold.

A tear in my eye,

A breath in the wind.

Please, don't lie,

Please, let me come in.

But you said,

"I will never be like her",

And this is what I desirve.

All we have together,

must mean more than her.

You saw my eye,

you felt my tear,

said "Please, don't cry",

but this it what I fear.

I'm not good enough,

I'm not what you need.

But I'm sold and bougth,

and If you leave, I'll bleed.

But you said,

"I will never be like her",

And this is what I desirve.

All we have together,

must mean more than her.

Then I said,

"If you need her,

go for it.

I want you for sure,

you have to make it fit."

Then you said,

"If I lose you,

there's nothing left.

Then she'd do,

be like my weft."

Then I said,

"I need you,

more than you need me.

Even though you do -

not agree. "

Then we said,

"All we have together,

must mean more than her.

I like you a lot,

this is our plot".

He smiled, I smiled.

But I, will never be, like her.

(In reality I said "I wish my name was *her name*", other than that, this explains it. I never disliked my a-cup, but this girl has a H-cup, and well.. I don't feel too good about my A-cup anymore. I know it's silly, but I can't help it. I like him, and I can't help that either.)

Love

(two girl friends (or more) talking all over it, and one of them sure got that awesome niggah attitude)

Sometimes you just have to let yourself fall, it dosn't matter if it's gonna turn out good or if you'll be crushed into the ground and all of your intestines will be smashed externally to the asphalt. That's the chanche you've gotta take to actually get to the point where love no longer is a weak idea, but the stage where love is all there is. Love hurts, it does, but as long as it's more good than bad, you just keep on going for it girl! He has to fall as well, it's not like it's any different for him. I bet he thinks you are way too good for him ..

Ah, cut the crap! We both know he's off the hook - way over me..

That's what you think, and that's what he thinks about you as well. I know that. Just keep on fallin', you can't stop now, girl. It's like - he's the only theme, issue, and though in your whole entire gigant head - and I ain't sayin' this just to say it, I'm sayin' this because it's the truht. Ok, baby. You see, no one ever said love would be easy..

And I know that! I've got all these dreadful experiences with love, if you haven't notices yet.

I know, unlucky love sure ain't easy, but neighter is real, good love. It's tough! Feelings go up and down like a thunderroad, and if you PMS it all up, maaan, you're gonna have some trouble living every now and then, but the good times.. I could PMS a whole year for a month of good times, really. It's so sweet. Love, O'sooo sweet. Love, sweet love! (8)

He smiled as I moved my hair from my face. I smiled and look down, imbarresed. He said he'd know it for quite a time and I felt my eyes fill with tears as he told me he'd never really looked at me that way. Of course I knew it, I did. But to hear him say it was. just. so. awful.

"So.. here we are!" She said with a strong voice and dropped the papers down on the desk. My feet were shaking. Not that I ever didn't want to be a respectable person, I just didn't mean for it to happen this way. She sat down on a black chair. Her brown hair was pushed back in a thight ponytale, and her pencilskirt showed of her beautiful curves. "You are taking this seriously, right?" she looked straight into my eyes. It took some time before I realised she'd asked me a question. "Of course, of coruse!" I heard my dark voice assuring. She turned around reached for the papers and a pencil, and said "Just sign here. It'll be official the second you do so". She gave it to me. My hands were shaking. I wrote a name. It wasn't mine, but it was what she though was mine. I gave it back to her and smiled. She smiled. We were ready to get going.

A young man walked down a alè (?) a beautiful, summer evening. His hat was round and black, just as his coat. He walked slowly. You could see that he was thinking. A smile played on his face, and the wind made the little hair he had left flow around him, like they just needed to remind him that he was allowed to let the wind lead him whereever it wanted him to go. Just as he had, fourtfive years before..

Miss Marper

En gammel dame i kjent streng,engelsk (Svart) stil besøker barnehager og de ungene som ikke oppfører seg blir sendt på en kostskole-aktig-greie, og der sier damen med de hundre ungene forran seg "Her er det sånn og sånn" Random unge: "Og hvis vi nekter?" "Hahha, vi har mange straffningsmetoder. Rensing av do er fint. Hvis du nekter det sier du? Ingen mat på en måned ;)"

På kostskolen lever de ett hardt liv, og tuller selvfølgelig på i det skjulte, men Miss Marper gjør livet deres til en pine.

A line in a movie

My grandmother always said "be nice to the nice, ignore the bad, put light in front of night, make sure all your friends knows you love them, and be happy rather than serious" and all I know of it is that there's no point in it. The strong always win over the weak, so the only point there is, is to be strong.