torsdag
onsdag
så fint. brukar tänka på detta när jag saknar min andra halva.
Don't cry for the horses, that life has set free
A million white horses, forever to be
Don't cry for the horses, now in gods hands
As they dance and prance, to a heavenly band
They were ours as a gift, but never to keep
As they close their eyes, forever to sleep
Their spirts unbound, on silver wings they fly
A million white horses, against the blue sky
Look up into heaven, you will see them above
The horses we lost, the horses we loved
Manes and tails flying, they gallop through time
They were never yours, they were never mine
Don't cry for the horses, they will be back someday
When our time has come, they will show us the way
Do you hear that soft nicker, close to your ear
Don't cry for the horses, love the ones that are here ♥
A million white horses, forever to be
Don't cry for the horses, now in gods hands
As they dance and prance, to a heavenly band
They were ours as a gift, but never to keep
As they close their eyes, forever to sleep
Their spirts unbound, on silver wings they fly
A million white horses, against the blue sky
Look up into heaven, you will see them above
The horses we lost, the horses we loved
Manes and tails flying, they gallop through time
They were never yours, they were never mine
Don't cry for the horses, they will be back someday
When our time has come, they will show us the way
Do you hear that soft nicker, close to your ear
Don't cry for the horses, love the ones that are here ♥
bildinlägg
efter natten utan sömn under en pressening
lagade mat på spritkök
hela gänget som sov ute, minus victoria som sov inne
oliver, kajsa, jag. fina miner
vi igen. rasmus vicoria anton kajsa oliver jag
jag, kajsa
mamma
systeryster
jag
i skogen en dag i september/oktober
ofokuserad linnea och lydig smudo
söndag
lördag
Aj
Det gör så ont att jag börjar gråta, skapar mellanrum så jag kan få en tandställning som aldrig ens kommer vidröra min mun. Nej vi ska diskutera operation istället. Fan heller att jag ska ha räls i två år. Lider alltså i onödan. Tycksyndommig.
onsdag
Men bravo
Tänker på fel kille. Fanfanfan. Inte bra. Han borde inte vara i min skalle men ändå smyger han sig in. Sitter på hjärnbalken och dinglar med benen. Trallar omkring där uppe som om han har all rätt att vara där. Det har han så fan heller. Ut ut ut. Nu. annars jävlar. För helskotta, han har ingen anledning att vara där heller. Hejdå
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