FUJ

INCAPABLE AND LAME.

Flu, it's me against you

spring nostalgisk by dotihoti featuring American Vintage

DOT MANIA

Me, I wanna have those. Or even better, if they had tiny hearts instead of dots, like that random internet girl has, oh it's pure envy experience.
I'm avoiding and forgetting my clouds. If I'm avoiding to write, I'm avoiding myself. If I'm not writing, I forget what I had in mind for designing that school project and replace it with junk drawings. I forget that I have to live in an inspirational room, and that I have to get myself back together. I forget about the tags on my wall and photos in folders. I forget who I used to be.
Things I still like to dwell on, are not that silly anymore. The topic is rather worrying. And the actual problem is that I'm stuck in ultimate ignorance of what it should be done.
It's too late for a get-up-early-kid, so I leaving this as a reminder : COME AROUND MORE OFTEN.

CANDY I LOVE YOU

Since I've got nothing smarter to do, or at least I'm afraid of doing something that I was really supposed to be doing, I found this amazing site on food. And it's not just amazing it's unbelievable and you get unstoppable desire to search some more, to make a lot and eat til you're like a water balloon.
I have to get them out of my head! Sweets gooo awaaaaaaay!!

Can you read my mind?

Last night you cut your hair, and you became such a beautiful grown-up boy. I was smitten with you while touching your head.
You were all happy and proud, and all happy and giving, and happy and loving.
I was smitten.
This morning, I wonder do I have the courage to let you love me.
Like you did last night in my dream.

What a beautiful sunday

I wish soon we'll have robot boyfriends who don't dream of taking your ex-best friend on vacation to Europe.

Treatable Symptoms

After working all day long nine days in a row, you can't help but being exhausted. Not even a mountain hike solves the problem.

Maybe it's boredom, or lack of people.


I hire a prostitute called Max to tag and play hide and go seek; She thinks it's wierd, repressed sex stuff. I just miss having friends who are girls.
Maybe it's the wrong prostitute.

I play with a squirrel, they are so nice and cuddly, almost like muffins; And I imagine you playing with us in the bushes too. Maybe it's the lies that break me down, or that special lie when you say you love me; or the simple fact, you wouldn't want me and your squirrel play in the bushes together..
Maybe it's the wrong boyfriend.
Or maybe I like to dwell.

whatsoever

It's not hard to wake up in the morning, feeling all alone and bitter. The trick is to go back to bed feeling at least better.

Masuimi Seemed Hot

A new haven.
I'm all into having a Flo's hair. All dressed up and excited!
We all secretly wish for photos, but we all aren't insane as that.
Please read "A Softer World".