Before you say yes, get him angry. See him scared, see him wanting, see him sick. Stress changes a person. Find out if he drinks and if he does, get him drunk – you’ll learn more about his sober thoughts. Discover his addictions. See if he puts you in front of them. You can’t change people, baby girl. If they are made one way, it doesn’t just wear off. If you hate how he acts when he’s out of it now, you’re going to hate it much worse eight years down the road. You might love him to bits but it doesn’t change that some people just don’t fit.

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I love the rain. I love how it softens the outlines of things. The world becomes softly blurred, and I feel like I melt right into it.

Like a girl

”Du springer fan som en tjej”. ”Du låter som en tjej.”

Låter det som en förolämpning när jag skriver så? Varför i helvete då?

Se nedan.

 

fucking word

Stop fucking around making up fucking excuses and fucking get a fucking grip. Fuck.

J. Cole

See I knew that this is how you act, so typical
Said you love me, oh, but now you flipping like reciprocals
It figures though, should’ve known that you was just another nigga
No different from them other niggas
Who be claiming that they love you just to get up in them draws
Knowing all the right things to say
I let you hit it raw mothafucker

See my momma raised me without no muthafucking help from a man
But I still don’t understand how you could say that
Did you forget all those conversations that we had way back
Bout your father and you told me that you hate that nigga
Talkin’ bout he a coward and you so glad that you aint that nigga
Cause he left your mamma when she had you and he ain’t shit
And here you go doin’ the same shit
You ain’t shit nigga!

 

For you. Fuck you.

the light

When did we see each other face-to-face? Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours. Before that, we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window shade but never seeing inside. But once the vessel cracks, the light can get in. The light can get out.

– John Green, Paper Towns

Morning music

God morgon. Ha en fin sådan med lite fin musik.

”And I
I hope for your life
You can forget about mine
Just forget about mine”

 

 ”Get up off the pavement, brush the dirt up off my psyche

Psyche, psyche”

people

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