chez toi, je suis la meilleure

it really hurts to love someone, and knowing that this someone loves you back, but still being unable to touch, see or hear this someone. i love you someone.

you show your teeth, you bite it's alright

oh god i promised myself i would study today... needs punish

courageous boy, now you are gone

the most touching movie in this crazy world.

you offered me your body, i wanted to burn it and spread it with the wind

listening to george michael and feeling real heavy. today i watched SkRiKa and almost cried  when he sang africa. oh god you make me crazy

serais-ce possible alors?

down at our beach, the worms wrote in the sand; "c'est vrai, c'est vrai. je t'aime"

they say that love is more than life, and you take for granted that man is love. but my friend, i ask you anyway tonight, is it possible to love someone else that yourself?

i know shes pretty but its got to be you and me

the way you slowly push your glasses closer to your face. the way your hair goes perfectly curly. the way you sometimes stutter when you speak to me.

i am a friday child

this is your world, Aida. it's not a dream. a thousand miles and one decimeter is the same distance, that's just the way it is. the world has become elastic.

you're the prettiest. you're twice as old as i and you'll call me tonight. could i be happier?

it was fun, and it was exciting. and sad. and hard. and horrible. and heartbreaking. and it was real. that's what it was.

suffering from a broken heart.

reading three books in three different languages and feeling pretty multi-language-ig. oh you, please read "lucas" by kevin brooks. making me cry every time.

Sakta vi gå genom stan

Happiest girl in the world was chosen to go to Manchester to sing in December! Pulled off the audition without falling apart.

you should be happy if you cried yourself to sleep. that means you actually fell asleep.

quel jour sommes-nous? nous sommes tous les jours, mon amie. nous sommes toute la vie, mon amour. nous nous aimons et nous vivons. nous vivons et nous nous aimons. et nous ne savons pas ce que c'est que la vie. et nous ne savons pas ce que c'est que le jour. et nous ne savons pas ce que c'est que l'amour.

remember remember the fifth of november

détourner des rivières, porter des poids. traverser des mers, je saurais faire. défier des machines, narguer des lois. les foudres divines, ça m'effraie pas. j'sais prendre un coup, le rendre aussi. river des clous, ça j'ai appris. j'suis pas victime, j'suis pas colombe, et pour qu'on m'abime, faut que je tombe. je sais les hivers, je sais le froid. mais la vie sans toi, je sais pas. je savais le silence depuis longtemps. j'en sais la violence; son goût de sang. rouges colères; sombres douleurs. je sais ces guerres, j'en ai pas peur. je sais me défendre, j'ai bien appris. on est pas des tendres par ici. je sais les hivers, je sais le froid. mais la vie sans toi, je sais pas. lutte après lutte, pire après pire. chaque minute, j'ai cru tenir. j'voudrais apprendre jour après jour, mais qui commande, à nos amours? je sais les hivers, je sais le froid. mais la vie sans toi, je sais pas.

Aida, you are too pretty to die

Some preciousness.

how did Jesus turn water into wine? the water looked up at its master and blushed

Those crazy winter nights are still haunting me.