Soul For Sale

torsdag 26 augusti 2010

THE WRITING'S ON THE WALL

and it won't go away.
I have like teeny tiny things around my room, lying around in my pockets, in my bag and in my shoes to remind me
MAJA GO TO LONDON.
Like a note from my mum.
Maja please buy some milk and cat-food.
My reminder is
Maja, go to London.. Shoo.

I have no other plans with this coming year than going to london to work with whatever shit-job I'll get.
So I know what i have to do.
What I have to be.
Focused.
which I suck at.

I really like my life at this point.
I have just graduated, and while other people my age are off to a new university or a job, or stressing out about the general sense of meaninglessness in their life, I feel awesome.
My life has been put on hold for a minute, I don't start my driving-lessons until two weeks.
I have no real commitments as of now, I work on the weekends only.
So I have two weeks to chill.
And I love it.
Gonna go to Finland with oscar to go to Hannah's graduation-party.
which shall be awesome as well.

söndag 15 augusti 2010

Mumford & Sons

onsdag 28 juli 2010

JAG HAR GLÖMT HUR MYCKET(PINSAMT MYCKET) JAG TYCKER OM FUNERAL FOR A FRIEND <3

lycka som faktiskt lyckades fångas på bild

studenten var fan det roligaste jag har varit med om, hittills.
Och även om denna sommaren suger balle, för att jag jobbar som en jävla gnu och har knappt tid att njuta av den, kan jag titta tillbaka på studenten och balen och bara bli varm inombords.
Jag har gjort det.
Jag klarade det.
Nu väntar London.
Oscar är sommaren 2010 för mig också.
så SÅÅ mycket balle suger den inte. <3

söndag 11 juli 2010

cheesy love and love-cheese

I listened to this song by secondhnd serenade (a walk down memory-lane) and in one chorus he sings "I was born to tell you I love you".
And I'm all like, gee that's cheesy.
Come on the only one that is really gonna be taken by that song is the wife that he is serenading.
I didn't go oh my god now THAT is some quality writing, (I am not suggesting that this text is either) it just made me think of how cheesy it sounds.
You were MADE to tell someone I love you? REALLY?(and OMG A GIANT BUG ON MY ARM EW)
Maybe that's what love does to people.
People turn to cheese, out of love.
You might feel like parmesan and all you wanna do is to lie on that person's pasta.
And melt.
Love will make you melt.
Parmesan is like is powder once it's spread on the pasta.
It is loose, all over the place.
When it's sprinkled on something hot (like YOU!) it'll melt and become one.
You feel whole.
Or it is just a very shitty song.

söndag 4 juli 2010

My so-called life

the truth is we live in some sort of a prison. and the crime is how much we hate ourselves. it's good to get really dressed up once in a while and admit the truth; that when you look closely, people are so strange and complicated, that they are beautiful.. possibly even me.