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you’re actually so cool lysm

lysm

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Old song new version 🎶

https://youtu.be/x-YWq_Fk43o?si=7p_wIPXqHbIr1HrU

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Thought I’d share this alone since I know it’s a fave 🩷🎶

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Journaling 🌸🩷

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Cat in a window and a gloomy day x3 🤍🤍🤍

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I am a string of dreams

and faded things.

Different houses and

different kinds of country songs.

I am a sure song,

clear and broken too.

We held on to a Tuesday

but this time it we got hopes on a Wednesday.

A sure way this time!

With different kinds of country music

I talk about different kinds of houses

and a string of faded dreams.

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Am already a librarian 📚

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The out and about and the country music days

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🍺🍃🩷🎶

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I’m at the top of a house,

building a somebody,

working a small home.

I’m their muted dream,

but I’m in no way fit for this.

I’m their worst idea

singing about change

all the way to the ceiling.

Told to torture I was good enough

but still nothing good or bad

is ever good enough for me.

I can jump until a bone hurts

but not a single door

seems to be worth opening.

So I don’t want to be there

when I see clearly

what they never got.

I go straight to the top

before anything is done,

I would rather be blank,

change looks like a faded idea.

But at the top of the rooftop,

no one is singing with me.

I’m okay this way,

thinking everybody else

sees the picture of mine

with the same empty eyes.

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The world and illusions and delusions. Relevant in my world.

“I have the world on the tip of my tongue – a shaking tale afraid to be bothered. Nothing is found at the shore at last, if only the need to vanish with a kind soul and the stormiest minute of time. You say that all is good and fair, but from up here, the look of love, it hangs like a thundering night; I am caught up in this cruel sight! So, what is love then? It only ends in gloom I see – covering the self in a whirlwind of torment. I wish I had a safe thought that could shine – a moment and a not too mean drought. The world and the love must walk together, despite the muting of my despair. I cannot love with doubt on my mind; I cannot cry with these cold thoughts. But then, who owns the perfect illusion? Love is a one-sided sigh and a senseless crowd mocking the rushing winds of the heart. So, one life must wish for a deaf sea; the swift, melted audience mirroring another.”

— The World And The Love, by Tina Jaxen 

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Gorgeous summer days for sure :) Went for a swim by myself! Nothing I love more and nothing makes me feel so alive 🩵🧚🏻

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En gammal men ny färdigskriven “träningsnovell” från 2018 kan man säga. Bara att den är klar. Jag visste inte vad den betydde för mig då. Men nu den här gången lämnar jag alla förutom mor och far och behåller mig själv. De som nuddat vid den här fantasin är inte rätt eller några andra. Livet går vidare. Frågan är om de vet det. 🍓🧚🏻