i'm bittersweet. the 74 bus smelt like orange chewing gum and the little school kids sang summer songs. i wish i could stop dreaming. it will break my heart

absolutely nothing right now takes me to the sky or/and throws me to the floor. no inspiration, no butterflies in my belly. absolutely no one satisfies my soul

yes, i've been brokenhearted
blue since the day you parted
why why, did i ever let you go?

i love beverly hills

i left my heart in california

so pick me. choose me. love me

ode to a sailor

fredrik, i never wanted flowers. i wanted a best friend with whom i could do the silliest things. run in the street going nowhere, tell secrets, imagine scenarios and take photographs, go to the zoo to see the penguins. i don't want to be in that love everybody talks about, in that love you talked about. i want this.
it was very difficult to let the idea of you go (i really really thought i was going to wait for you at the station and that you were going to take me ice skating), but it’s happening now. i can breathe!
i'm sorry for saying goodbye the way we did, you know, the last image i have of us in my head is of you being all cosy with a girl who isn't me and me sitting on the opposite sofa with your best friend whispering in my ear that he wanted to fuck me.

at central st martins by me