Outcast.




Bilder från nyårs. Jag har en miljard bilder på fyrverkerierna också, men det tar jag någon annan gång.
Chelsea dagger.






Julafton nummer två. Bara några bilder, men jag visar fler sen.
Newborn.










Bilder från julafton i Umeå. Lite lagom sent sådär, men ändå.
Bitch.

Dead end.

Kärlek är ett brev skickat tusen gånger.

The age of the understatement.

I see houses.

Month of May.

Kärlek är för dom.
Vad skulle jag inte göra för en polaroidkamera?
Ulyses.

Catching the butterfly.
As though you were born
and so tou thought
the future's ours
to keep and hold
I don't exist.









Har så sjukt många bilder från nyår som jag inte har visat än! Gosh, jag skäms.
We care.

There's no such thing as a crasp.

White as snow.

Dream.
Dream
When you're feeling blue
Dream
That's the thing to do
When you're feeling blue
Dream
That's the thing to do
What you know.
In a few weeks
I will get time
To realise it's right before my eyes
And I can take it if it's what I want to do
I am leaving
This is starting to feel like
It's right before my eyes
And I can taste it
It's my sweet beginning
And I can tell just what you want
You don't want to be alone
You don't want to be alone
And I can't say it's what you know
But you've known it the whole time
Yeah, you've known it the whole time
I will get time
To realise it's right before my eyes
And I can take it if it's what I want to do
I am leaving
This is starting to feel like
It's right before my eyes
And I can taste it
It's my sweet beginning
And I can tell just what you want
You don't want to be alone
You don't want to be alone
And I can't say it's what you know
But you've known it the whole time
Yeah, you've known it the whole time
Endless, nameless.
Silent
ignore him
yeah I have
Precious.

Dakota.
Thinking about thinking of you
God & Satan.

Somewhere only we know.

Cold coffee.

U.N.I.

Miss you.

The a team.
Shock, horror, I'm down, lost, you're not around
Theres a lump in my ches that, sends cold through
my head and, my mind shuts sound out, I'm on
auto-pilot, and my toungues gone silent
Theres a lump in my ches that, sends cold through
my head and, my mind shuts sound out, I'm on
auto-pilot, and my toungues gone silent
