beautiful corner

field hockey

Sometimes I just want to quit. When the alarmclock goes off and the time is 05.55, I just want to quit. When all my friends are out in the night dancing, dancing, dancing and I'm on a buss somewhere I just want to quit. So why don't I?
    
Because the feeling you get when you score that crucial last goal and the crowd goes crazy, you can't buy for money. The feeling of being important and irreplaceable when your coach calls and tells you that you are one of the twelve best players in the country, and he wants you, you can't buy for money. That is why I do it. That is why I can't walk away, even though it's killing me sometimes.

christmastime?

Yes,

Yes, 

YES,

It's absolutely christmas!

kallt regn på mitt huvud

Jag har vinterångest. Panik. Det är så kallt och mörkt här. Idag var det inte äns vackert. En plusgrad och regn och hur halt som helst. Vad ska man göra?  Längtar tillbaka till sommaren. Och våren och till och med lite hösten. Vill ha en sån här dag:

Bild ett är härifrån. Bild två är jag.

hard to explain

 making each story your own,

enjoying the panic thats building up inside,

making it hard to explain.

a taste for death?

you've got it

you've got the love

these days

finding it very hard to care

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ohh hedi

It's unfair,

you

are

making

my

heart

stop beating.

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