I've turned 19 this fall, and this year is indeed coming to and end. Lot of things going on, I've changed schools but I will still have part in some of the projects in my old school, even if it's most for fun. Making the schoolpaper, finishing my italiancours and etc. I have a lot of interests and hobbies and daydreaming is part of them, I also spend my time sketching, photographing, writing, playing a (very) little bit guitar, but listen very much to music! And then there's the machines, I may be girl but don't be chocked we can be as into cool cars, trucks, planes and motorcycles as you are! [relating to my male readers now] Anyways if there is anything you have questions about or so, just ask and I'll try to figure a clever thing to answer (; Tjingeling!
Misty morn.
Woke up pretty early this mornin’ and it was still dark outside. I didn’t really get much sleep tonight, but it’s okay. I’m just fine sitting here, listening to Robert Pattinson when he sings Never Think, I don’t think I’ll ever grow tired of that. I’m placed in the livingroom and watching right out the window, it’s a misty morning and I’m thinking it would be nice to take a walk. But whereto? I mean, it Is christmas eve today so I don’t think nothing in town will be open, not even the library. Wellwell I’ll figure something out.
As long as I don’t sit by the computer or TV all day. Been doing that to much lately.
Trembling, shaking, I’m out of breath
The tears grow thick on my skin
I’m running from something I don’t know
Who’s supposed to save my soul now
Thought I could be the exception
Of an awful truth
Recent me
Show me the door
But don’t pretend that you can stand me
Kick me
Feed me bruises
But don’t offer to help me up again
Degrade me
Point your faulting finger
But don’t tell me that maybe you were wrong
I don’t need it
I don’t need it no more
My need for you was never there
Only the illusion
Existing between the stroking palm of your hand
And the forcefull back of your fist
Recent me, kick me and degrade me
It’s your last chance to try to break me
Good. Luck.
- Linnéa Björnfot
And when we hear the sound of your broken soles
Then maybe we’ll be near to uncover one of your many roles
You thought you knew how to control us
This time you were caught on the bed
And can’t you see, not a single tear is shed?
You saw through my walls when I dated others
How I didn’t take your calls and told you I was at my mothers
But baby you just can’t control me
Don’t you see how you need me, and that I need you too
My cheeks are wet, come feel my lingering tears baby-boo
Three tears tumbling down your face
Three years wasted on a stupid chase
I’m not going after you again
I won’t be that stupid again
So how is it that you have no shame
You can chat as if this was your game
But let me tell you now, I’m running the show tonight
I won’t ask you to leave I’ll just kick you out
And then baby we’ll see if I’m worth the shout
You can’t be serious, come on now darling
That girl meant nothing, she was hardly a fling
This time I promise that I will treat you right
Every night we spent together, must count for something
(Well maybe for someone)
You and I forever, everyday enchanting
Three tears tumbling down your face
Three years wasted on a stupid chase
I’m not going after you again
I won’t be that stupid again
(Hey honey you must be blind,
can’t ya see this doll won’t rewind?)
Three tears tumbling down your face
Three years wasted on a stupid chase
I’m not going after you again
I won’t be that stupid again
- Linnéa Björnfot
May we float on your happiness
May we caress the calm of your breath
May we pick the flowers that bow at your feet
Should thy shoulders arch that way
Should thy promise break so easily
Should thy forehead bleed from cutoff thorns
Seek her deepest secret in the dawn
Seek her darkest despair, her inner nightmare
Seek her bloody fists when she fights off the scare
- Linnéa Björnfot
