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Archive for July, 2009

Leaving on a jetplane (ZOOM) don’t know when I’ll be back again (Clap)..

Actually It should be some time around May next year.

Good bye. ❤


Default Headline: I don’t know what to say.

Everything is packed.

My room is decent.

In 14, 5 hours the bus leaves for Taizé.

I think I need to cry. Or Something.

This is possibly, quite certainly the strangest, most juxtaposed feeling I’ve ever had.

It has a certain glow

As you might have noticed,
My lovely Evlajn has once again pimped my blog.
With lovely results. Thank you, my dear! LINK.)

Since it’s now easier to count hours instead of days I’ve decided to remove my Taizé ticker. That’s how soon it is. And I’m at peace with it. In all senses and interpretations of the word. Life is what it is. And I’m gonna live it. it’s just that I’m gonna live some of it in France. ❤

And add to it that I feel sort fo untouchable right now. It’s like a soft, not overly bright and softly shining bubble around me. There aren’t alot left to break my spririts now. It’s really happening. I carry it with me like a little crucifix. It shields me from evil.

Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince with Miss Charlie and Miss Evlajn tonight.

Show a little faith, there’s magic in the night..

Lot of bruce going ’round.

I’ve started saying my goodbye’s now.
My bags are lined up against my bedroom wall, waiting to be packed.
My clothes are sorted, pillows are selected.

And I’ve started saying my goodbye’s.
It’s the strangest feeling in the world.
Right now I’m with my sis. Thankfully, she’s one of those people who squeal “You’re going to Taizé!” with a smile on her face, nothing but happiness for me in her eyes. I’m so very grateful.

I can’t really comprehend that I might not see these people for a very long time.
But I’m gonna hazard a guess and say that it just might be really fucking worth it.
And if not, It’s always nice to know that people love you, and that they’re gonna miss you.

I love you too. ❤

Woah, Dude.

Points to box on teh left.


It’s gonna sting in the morning

My sister-in-law is totally preggers.
And by that I mean definitely, undeniably, without a doubt With Child.
I’m gonna be an auntie.

It stings a bit that I’m gonna miss her fat months.
My big brothers first child is apparently already kicking the shit out of my poor Stina (who loves it) but she’s not showing. Not just yet. Their second ultrasound is due any day now, and I cannot relay how absolutely elated I am for them.

I’m gonna be the best auntie in the world.
I might miss the first four months of the little buggers existence, but I’m sure as hell gonna be there for the rest of it. For the rest of them.

If some of you have missed out on the pleasure of reading Stina’s blog; you must immediately make up for lost time. —–>

Beneath the city two hearts beat

In 1975 Bruce Springsteen released the album Born to Run.
On Born to Tun, there is a track. This track goes by the name of Jungleland.
It just might the most beautiful pice of music ever written.

(For those of you who feel that this might be something to explore,
Try getting your hands on Live in New York City 1999. It’s pure magic. )

Gothenburg tomorrow.
Tove’s wedding is saturday.
Last mass is sunday.

All the time I thought I had to spare is rushing away from me.
I’m leaving so soon it’s almost silly.
I’ve wanted this for os long and now it’s finally here.

Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge
drinkin’ warm beer in the soft summer rain

The rat pulls into town, rollsup his pants
Together they take a stab at romance

and disappear down Flamingo Lane.

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