russh november 2009

stornoway-fuel up

teresa and i just watched Heavenly Creatures.
there are no words to desrcribe my mental status, right now..just let me tell you..
i'm still shaking.
i should concentrate on fairy tales from now,
just for my mental health.
goodnight

yesterday was a bad day.
it was like the first hot days of summer and the days after chrismas when it's snowing, while the sun was shining at chrismas eve, together.
i had my math examen.i failed.i ate waffles and the sugar made me want to throw up.
beautiful things made me want to throw up.smiling and laughting people made me want to throw up,
or punsh them in the face,the stomach and the genitals.
the only thing which stopped me from hiding under my blanket,trying to dissapear was teresa.
she edited a picture from me,came over to my place and shared liquorice with me.
we talked about good bands and our plans to dissapear into the woods forever.

glass vaults-forget me not

Ein schwarzer Efeu frisst sich tief in meine Wand hinein.Ich hänge schief vom Mond...
Francois Villion

Air-Empty House

click

Oh, people they don't understand
No, girlfriends, they won't understand
In spaceships, they won't understand
And me, I ain't ever gonna understand...



the weatherreport said that it will rain the whole weekend.yesterday the sun was shining.
i tried to kill the sun with my eyes for about ninety minutes while my physic teacher talked about...something i couldn't understand.
An half hour later i watched big grey clouds eat the blue sky
while my math teacher talked about something i didn't really want to hear.
i had a tomato mozzarella ciabatta for lunch and wore a transparent blouse to a rough knitted jumper and glitter tights.
the glitter tights made me giggle every time i looked at my legs

'Now I tie my pyjamas loosely round me,and lie under this thin sheet afloat in the shallow light which is like a film of water drawn over my eyes by a wave.[..] But I will stretch my toes so that they touch the rail at the end of the bed;I will assure myself,touching the rail,of something,hard.Now I cannot sink,cannot altogether fall trough the thin sheet now.Now I spread my body on this frail mattress and hang suspended.
I am above the earth now.
I am no longer upright,to be knocked against and damaged.
All is soft,and bending.Walls and cupboards whiten and bend their yellow squares on top of which a pale glass gleams.Out of me now my mind can pour.I can think of my Armadas sailing on the high waves.I am relived of hard contacts and collisions.I sail on alone under white cliffs.Oh,but I sink,I fall![..]
I sink down on the black plumes of sleep;its thick wings are pressed to my eyes.Traveling through darkness I see the stretched flower-beds,[..]
I escape;I rise on spring-heeled boots over the tree-tops.[...]
Oh,to awake from dreaming!Let me pull myself out of these waters.[..]
I am turned;I am tumbled;I am streched,among these long lights,these long waves,these endless paths;with people pursuing,pursuing.'

i refused to go out to have waffles and conversation,
i'll stay in my bed with tea and Virgina Woolf's Waves.

saga sig
magic wands-warrior(the xx remix)

saga sig inspired by edvard munch

there's a lack of insperation in my head-all my thoughts and all my time is concentrated on mathematics and biology
i don't really want to tell you about my adventures with protein biosynthesis so don't expect too much from wirsindleoparden in the next days
love k.

lou doillon&valentine fillol cordier in night for day for vanessa bruno

vice

fever ray-now's the only time i know

sharing secrets even if you live more the 12 hours away from each other,
spending hours talking about boys and drinking too much coffee in the cafe in which you wasted your whole youth,
driving to mc donalds in the middle of the night to get some chicken mc nuggets even if you are not hungry,
looking at her eyes and realizing that you exactly know she just thought the same thing as you,
kissing her elbow in the car while feeling too lost to breath.

the notwist-pick up the phone

stine goya knit
anywho

ghost girl

i belive in ghosts

i sleep with windows openi sleep with eyes wide in case you would come walking in case you change your mind
but don't strain yourself for me don't break yourself for me
don't lose your selfish ways for me
i keep a leash around you and i keep it nice and tight in case you would go walking over forbidden line
but don't go out soft on me don't come across for me
dont lose your selfish ways over me
un deux trois quatre cinq six a hundred times around
keep on flunking out keep me wanting more
un deux trois quatre cinq six a hundred times is fine
for you I go all blind
oh my where is my mind
i keep my window open i keep it open wide so keep me, keep it open
oh keep me on your mind

UNIF spring 2011