Cassie-bassie-band och Majse bajse

this really captures the way we are.

I miss her, not seeing her in school ;_;

(she TRANSFERRED)..to narnia.

no, all i know is: they have horsies.
(I love this picture of us. I look chinese

and Cassie looks like one hot smoker. all true)

A letter to Elise.

Hey Elise,

thank you for making Robert Smith write this amazing song.

I'll always be grateful.

Omg, Shoes.

I got some new shoes today.
And I know what you're thinking.
She seems like a shopaholic for thinking that this is something worth being mentioned.
But it is to me.
Cuz I believe that these shoes represent something.
A form of a symbol.
Kind of like what cutting my hair started.
A little change.
Or maybe it's a big change.
"What I'm going through is hurtful"
But not anymore.
And do you know why?
Because I've discovered THE secret.
It's THE secret for me cuz now I kind of understand it.
That how I feel, depends on how I interpret things that happen to me.
And whether or not I feel that I can choose, to either suffer from it and let it devour me, or let it become a part of me.
All in my head.
Sort of.
And all this from buying shoes.
Not exactly.
But kind of.
let's get some shoes.
If my new black ordinary shoes can symbolize healing for me, and I'll step away from my broken converse, wonder what my Docs will symbolize.
yes, I ordered docs today.
And I like it.
deck!

myspace.com/armandmirpour
Guards, Guards.

I KISSED YOUR LIPS AND IT TASTED blood.

DUDUDUDUDUDUUD DUDUDUDUUDU!

Totally.

Your Honor - Regina Spektor.

New Life-motto

when I get sad, I stop being sad and be awesome instead.(Barney.)

Isn't it obvious!

tog en promenix med pappan häromdan i stadsparken och han hjälpte mig att se saker lite klarare. fika med hannah imorse och hon hjälpte också. snackade med johannes och han fick mig att bli gladare, och cassandra svarade på ett befängt blogginlägg om mig och jag känner mig älskad. och lättad. och detta känns bra nu äntligen och nu ska jag sätta igång med läxan. ska bli kul.

jag älskar er, ni som får mig att må bra. sara, that goes for you too. och ja, now I have some healing to do :) med er hjälp blir det säkert lättare.

SKA PÅ ERIK HASSLE MED SARA PÅ ONSDAG SER FRAM EMOT DET SOM FAN!

No happy ending. (emo #12178623)

And I feel as if I'm wasting. And I'm wasting every day.

OCH

I won't be your winter, I won't be anyone's excuse to cry.

(it should be an angry text about the whole situation that made my week so tremendously emotionally draining, here, but I just realised something: they have no business here. so.. shoo.)

I love Cassie and the way she takes pictures.

and the way she is. I need to show her this more.

Pete Yorn - Lose You

I am not gonna talk about my personal problems here. but let's just say, it's fucked up. and surprisingly, every aspect of my life is fucking up during the same fucking week. fuck that! I am gonna go now, I have cried more this week that I have cried this entire year. I wish my cold could be over and done with, and that school could get straightened out, so I can deal with the real issues in my life properly. but as everything is coming together AT THE SAME FUCKING TIME, everyhting I do is either fucked-up or half-assed.

bye I'm gonna go die now. hopefully.

I'll probably die this week, but overall I've had a pretty decent life.

back from berlin.

thought I'd upload this sick picture of my hair. I had fun in Berlin, more pictures another day, promise.

By the way

tack till simon som fixa spotify till mig.
min värld är genast mycket roligare.
älskar spotify. minus reklamen förstås.
Tack simon! <3

Off to Berlin

Wilma had a bear, and she just put it out on the balcony. made me laugh as I walked past it and saw it sitting there.

Sara has been a true angel today, she has helped me so so much, she cooked and she went to get my hats for me in landskrona and just a true champ with everything. God I love sisters.

She helped me with my hair and made it darker :) so now, I got the change I wantesd, I made it a little more edgy. Yay me.

Wilma who I was babysitting yesterday. she was really cozy. and smelled like dog. good smell. one of the best smells in the world. :)

OFF TO BERLIN TOMORROW, WITH MY CLASS, COMING BACK ON FRIDAY SEE YOU THEN BYE.

Låt oss ta det här på ett språk som alla kan förstå

LÅS IN DINA ÖGON
DOM ÄR FÖR STORA FÖR SITT EGET BÄSTA
LÅS IN DIN MUN
TILLS DEN SLUTAR VARA SÅ MYCKET LÄPPAR
LÅS IN DINA SMILGROPAR
DOM ÄR BARA FÖR MYCKET
LÅS IN DITT SKRATT OCH DITT LEENDE
OCH BARA SLÄNG BORT NYCKELN.

så önskar jag att jag kände för någon just nu.

any day now.

new face

You make me so sad.

Pets.

hairmonsters

Oscar con uno amigo.

This little bartard is big and kind of chunky and evil but I love him.

I miss Rufus.

Cage-being.

Locked up like a lion
when really I'm a bird
wrapped up in myself and my own survival
and hurting you
the more you yell
the less I am
time to kill this lion
which still is only an illuminated image
By your will
and some childhood memories
I've grown wings, time to test them
I would spare you from my crash-landing
Even though I can run and scratch
I will split the world into two
One for me
One for you
I've grown wings
I'll free the infected anger locked inside
I'll use the wings.

Dravel.

jag skrev en dikt en gång, till min lillasyster, sara.
jag hade drömt om henne och hennes dåvarande pojkvän som råkade vara en av mina bästa vänner.
och jag skrev något om att de dansade på ett golv bestrött med guld-mynt.
fint blev det. men jag har glömt den dikten nu.
och jag tror inte att sara gillade den, jag tror inte hon har sparat den ens.
jag tror inte den var så bra i andras ögon.
men i mina ögon och i min värld var den fin.
åh jag avskyr sånt när man är helt inne i det själv,
typ nåt man skissar på, målar, skriver, sjunger eller bara skapar.
och andra ser inte eller fattar inte varför det är så fint.
typ ögonens betydelse på porträttet man rita, eller om man skriver saker som "where's the lost whistle when I need it the most?" som man själv tycker är så fint just för att det bara fångar känslan som man känner i det ögonblicket.
men ingen annan känner ju samma känsla som en själv, på samma gång.
eller det kanske vissa gör.
folk som är kära kanske.
men jag tror inte att jag har varit kär på riktigt än.
så jag har ingen aning.

Fact.

I'm a blurper.
but the thing is
the people that mind
don't matter
and the people
that matter
don't mind.

I like birds

and her.

Bad People, Good People.

Yesterday I just wanted to barf all over this girl in my Theory of Knowledge class.
She said "there are good people and there are bad people".
WTF IS THAT ABOUT?!?!
My heart started to race, I said that is such a stupid thing to say, we all have good sides and bad sides, and she said "Uhmm no there are good people and there are bad people! Terrorists are bad people, you can't deny that."
And all I ended up saying was "that is a flaw on your part."
And I felt sorry for her.
Also I could only utter this one sentence, cuz I just wanted to pull her hair and stretch her nostrils over her forehead.

It is sooo not that simple. You can't define a person based on nothing more than their actions.
Yeah this girl is smart in school, she is musically talented and usually has a good sense of humour.
But when she said this, she fell in my eyes.
It matters how you are on the inside.
People that go through life thinking "it is what I do that is important" will make mistakes, will do things that they think is right in society's eyes, but maybe this is not the right path for them.
In Batman (which is my favourite superhero ever) they say "it is what you do, that defines you."
I could not agree less.
urgh I can't be bothered getting side-tracked.

Anyways, I feel sorry for this girl, because she is so into her own world and she really views the world in her way and she is not open for discussion and she is so certain that the way she sees things is the only view and the only right way.

I want to barf on these people. People that say the most mean things they've ever said about you and they treat it as a fact, rather than an opinion. That they know more than you, about yourself.
This type of people have brought me down from my happy state of being too many times, and now I just feel sorry for them.

I feel sorry for you people, who think that you are always right. You say mean things, you share your thoughts on the world and you treat this as if it is the only right way.
There is no room for democracy in these people, and this makes me sick.
Have an opinion, yes I love opinionated people, but don't be arrogant about it.
Be open. Shit I'm angry again.

Bike-issues.

I live in lund.
In lund, we have lots of bikes.
Yes, sir-ie no bike-shortage in this hellhole.
Anyways.
My school has a lot of bike-stands where people can park their godforsaken bikes.
however they please, bastards.
I park my bike nicely, everyday.
Neat.
And today, totally uncalled for, a bike was leaning on my bike, and it didn't have a kick-stand.
AND, the bike to the left of the bike leaning on mine, was standing on it's own and it didn't look too stable, so I was thinking "WHAT. THE. FUCK!"
And, the bike to the right of my bike was ALSO semi-leaning on my bike, and next to that bike there were 2 bikes leaning on each other leaning on the bike next to me.
ON A SCALE OF ONE TO TEN: WHAT THE FUCK.
I was really tired, I still feel tired maybe I'm coming down with a cold or something, I dono.
I wanted to cry.
Or scream.
Fucking stupid bike-retards that can't park their bike.
Anyways I tried to move my bike, but ALL the bikes surrounding me were moving as well.
All I kept thinking was "For fuck's sake".
HOWEVER, I did prevail, and now the bike that was leaning on my bike, is lying down on the ground.
I wanted to write a note or something.

"dear Bike-parker.
Seriously, you are retarded.
Have a nice day."

I didn't though.
Sorry for cursing, but I am in a very pissy mood, and if you have a problem with this, ain't much you're gonna do, cuz I think the only people reading my stupid blog is my sister and Cassie.
Hopefully not my parents etc, I don't want them reading my blog.
If you are, don't! I command you to stop reading my blog, dad, mom and lena.
Respect this, bye.

Bye to you people as well. Happy weekend hahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahah.

dagens.

"Och dy var tvungen att nämna gubeben!"
gotta love Linnea.
trust by the cure.
I am in love.
WITH A NAME AND A FACE.
nthing else. pity.
tday I found a perfect
name for my son, when
I grow up.
Santino.