Magpie

You always want what you can't have most. It's like a shiny jewel just waiting to be picked up and treasured. But when you pick it up and look at it closely, it's just another stone that glistened in the sun, deceiving you. You throw it away but always remember it, wondering how you could be so stupid to be fooled.

/P.

Crave You (or: vain little Me)

Why can't you want me like the other boys do?
They stare at me while I stare at you
Why can't I keep you safe as my own?
One moment I have you the next you are gone
Rehearsed steps on an empty stage
That boy's got my heart in a silver cage
Why can't you want me like the other boys do?
They stare at me while I crave you...

The lyrics say it all.

/P.

stormy, stormier...

The awkward moment when... the storm outside your bedroom window turns out to be a cyclone/mini tornado (name's Joachim, just fyi).
The even more awkward moment when... you realize you've fought yourself home through a wall of 80 km/h windspeed.

Yeah that's right. I checked it out in the internetz - at least now I know why I could barely walk against the fucking wind that kept blowing in my direction.

/P.

i dare you

I dare you to read the letters 'til the end. And I mean the end. I was too damn creeped out to continue after some time so I didn't watch the videos. damn.

http://katytowell.com/projects/31-letters-from-the-previous-inhabitants/

I found Katy by chance on Youtube and then I found out that she'd written a book so now I'm gonna buy it. Her stuff is so creepy! I love it! *shiverrrrr*

good luck

/P.

stormy

I just managed to come home in time before the rain started falling. It's raining like fuck right now. My window is rattling. I hate this type of rain. I prefer the non-windy, anti-creepy, steady and peaceful rain. Not this shit.

My mind is a storm. I don't know what to think.
One voice tells me to stay in the background and watch because it's none of my fucking business. Another tells me to act, now, because if I don't something bad may happen. Yet another tells me to chill out and wait, because everything might turn out just fine without me doing anything.
The thing is, it might not. What if what she needs right now is a hug and a few comforting words... But what could I possibly say?
What do you want me to do? Help me so I can try and help you. Because I really want to.

/P.

the good thing about school in the evening

the beautiful sky outside the window...

...and the wonderful sunset

I think the title says it all :)

/P.

wiser than before...?

Humankind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return. To obtain, something of equal value must be lost. But the world isn't perfect, and the law is incomplete. Equivalent exchange doesn't encompass everything that goes on here, but I still choose to believe in its principle, that all things do come at a price, that there's an ebb and a flow, a cycle, that the pain we went through did have a reward, and that anyone who's determined and perseveres will get something of value in return, even if it's not what they expected.

/P.