~*You Wonder*~

you won't give me the time of day when I'd give you the universe

En kärlekshistoria

A Swedish Love Story

flow of the mouth

we can daze and rephrase how we laze around these sunny days

[#6 line in my mind for the band of this time]

Title: The *Human*
Medium: Water colours & Artline 0.4

I remember doing this after I came out of BAU where I had stayed for one and a half months. I remember having drawn 'The Monster' in BAU and being questioned constantly by nurses about the symbolism and meaning behind everything I did. I remember the patients and how dark the whole place seemed to become at night, like demons leaking from the corners and sucking the hue from the walls and our souls. Teeth sinking deeper into our already dead minds and drawing out cold blood to spit on our pride. I've never felt so disconnected from society as I did in that months but I never felt so understood by the other patients. 

.humans hurt.

Always like this.

sick
of masking
feelings
of hiding
everything

Title: please realize
Medium: Artline 0.4
Date: 9th of september, 2011

you're friends talk about you
you are terrible
you can't stand them
you think they like you
all wrong.

na-fucking-om

I think chewing is disgusting. Like, if you think about it people are publicly CHEWING. Mashing and squishing food. I just never realised how sick and disgusting it is.

I can't even write how I feel anymore because if I do people look at me differently. They don'y understand, even if they do they don't care. So there's no point anymore. There's no point, round or shape.

Words that don’t exist in the english language:

L’esprit d’escalier: (French) The feeling you get after leaving a conversation, when you think of all the things you should have said. Translated it means “the spirit of the staircase.”

Waldeinsamkeit: (German) The feeling of being alone in the woods.

Meraki: (Greek) Doing something with soul, creativity, or love.

Forelsket: (Norwegian) The euphoria you experience when you are first falling in love.

Gigil: (Filipino) The urge to pinch or squeeze something that is unbearably cute.

Pochemuchka: (Russian) A person who asks a lot of questions.

Pena ajena: (Mexican Spanish) The embarrassment you feel watching someone else’s humiliation.

Cualacino: (Italian) The mark left on a table by a cold glass.

Ilunga: (Tshiluba, Congo) A person who is ready to forgive any abuse for the first time, to tolerate it a second time, but never a third time.

Symbol: An arbitrary sign (written or printed) that has acquired a conventional significance.

It's all signs, letters, numbers written for superficial reasons with industries moaning and groaning at the tug of society. Like a rush, they grin and plan to eat their victims souls. GOBBLE GOBBLE, bolus of lies, hate and betrayal swallowed. It slides all slimy down the oesophagus. Dip, drip, dripping. They all end up the way they were: shit.

let's play

Every time I think I’ve hit bottom, every time I think I can sink no lower, every time I think I have slammed face first into the bedrock of depravity, I find a new low. It’s like my life is a limbo contest with the devil holding the stick–how low can you go?

Too Late

Captain Smith and Pochahontas, they had a very mad affair. When her daddy tried to kill him she said "Daddy o' don't you dare, he gives me fever with his kisses, fever when he holds me tight, fever I'm his misses, Oh daddy won't you treat him right?"

feed them lies.

Thing 1: "Are you okay?"

(Thing 2's mind): well, I have fucking bandaids on my arms, bags under my eyes, I've been talking to myself because no one gives a fuck about me, my phone is full of useless text messages from fucked people, I've lost my sanity, I've started mixing my meds with vodka, I smoke stolen cigarettes, I thirst for someone who is leaving in 2 days, my psych suggests I tell no one about my dreams because they are 'quite dark', I cry everyday for selfish reasons, he still haunts my fantasies, I fast for 4 days each week, school is scary when I have to dodge the sad fucks in my year, I spend endless days in my bed begging for eternal sleep because there's nothing and no one to live for, I lie to my mother about who I am, I have no best friend, And you're pretending like you care.

Thing 2: "yeah sweetheart."


And the world keeps spinning.

Friend Request.

The person that has twisted and crippled my mind, making it a living hell, has tried to add me on Facebook.
It's funny how the one insignificant action one persons makes can dramatically effect a human being.
I've dreamed of the day I would share with them the nightmares I've endured, the tears and the crippling feeling I've felt. How my way of living has completely change along with my sanity.

I will never fucking forget who you are, because you have made the biggest impact on my life. For all the wrong reasons.

e n t e r t a i n .

Dear kitty,

On the tenth of June a dexterous couple took to Perth city hungry for adventure and excitement. City central was full of the weird and wonderful, but lacked the electric madness they were licking for. With eyes set on space and shape held hostage to their imagination they found it. Their serendipity. The about to be demolished Perth Entertainment Center. Like a forgotten toy bear, it breathed as humans in their same cotton suits walked by. Passing the cold metal wires that spoke words of a caution, squeezing through sheets of crumpled metal. And then they where in. The crunch of the thick gravel and broken plastic  beneath their feet, the thick industrial air suffocating them, the monstrous rubble surrounding them all added up to one thing: F R E E D O M .

 Like children in a candy store they danced and laughed. Ran and jumped. They acted out as adventurers discovering a jungle; mountains of crushed seats to climb on, electrical snake-like wires that hung from the tree tops of the stage and the silent sleeping excavator which lay at the entrance. They were taking document footage, collecting little treasures they found when suddenly they heard it. At first it was a faint click click click that soon turned into a thud thud thud. Frozen stiff they looked at each other. Her blood tuned cold and her ears burned as they fled stealthily back to the main stage. The final scene was about to take place. He crouched down, now they were the spies. It was either fight or flight. Eyes focused on one another they spoke words telepathically. The thud got louder and closer and as they hid behind a barrier they could see the beast, sniffing at the air with wild brown hair. With skin fluorescent on the top and blue on the bottom. It's spidery legs carried it, lurking. Like a dog it heard them. Like a human though, it bored them. As the creature departed, so did they soon after.

My adventure with BEETLE WINGS

B E E T L E   W I N G S   H I M S E L F

Y O U R S   O N L Y:  S T O L E N .

Rest in rubble peace Perth Entertainment Centre.

S-T-0-L-E-N

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E N J O Y  T H E  R I D E  K I D S

Title: Be careful what you wish for

Medium: point-ball pen + Ecoline inks

Description: I actually really dislike this drawing.

engh.

I wish someone cared.

I hate it when someone makes a joke about you, and it’s actually something you’re really insecure about, but you can’t say that to them because then they will know its a weakness. So you just sit there while everyone laughs around you, pretending like each laugh isn’t a stab in the heart.