Location: London, Finland.

First time I saw her, she was sitting by the highway,
crying uncontrollably, watching life pass,
petting a dead rabbit.

And I thought that this was a good place to start.

Joanna Lovely

Joanna Lumley is elegance.
Inside and out, heart and soul, her face, her voice, everything.

I'll stand and watch you while you drown

 
Johnny 21. toukokuuta 2013 16.47

You fuckin' new age hippies vittu satana

Sitting around,

waiting for revolutions.

I don't know where that song came from.

I fell down on my knees in the middle of the city. I felt so tired. So full of all this crap. Literally. (What?)

I need someone. I have to get out of this room. I'm ill and filthy. I wish someone just sat next to me on the bus and told that there is hope that doesn't go away.

That there is a light that never goes out.

Why is everybody so cruel? I don't want to be a jerk. I try not to be a jerk. But being a jerk is so easy.

I will never hurt somebody else's soul. That is the worst thing you can do. Someone is standing in front of you, tears in their eyes, open and vulnerable. That is something beautiful. Destroying that is like choking a newborn baby.  

Today I was leaning against a wall and an unknown woman complimented me on my skin. This was the second time that this happened. I couldn't say anything. I just smiled and then I walked away.

Thanks, your skin is pleasant to look at too

What makes a person interesting is that secret level; when you don't tell everything

Oh, this doesn't count by the way

I FUCKING LOVE EMMELIE DE FOREST

Well, to be honest I hated the song. But not because of the song but because I was an asshole. (This post is about the Eurovision Song contest 2013. I live in 2013. I could live in 2048 but I don't. Maybe I will.)

Now I've visited Emmelie de Forest's personal Facebook page (at least it really appears to be authenthic) and she seems to be an ethical vegetarian and a big lover of literature. That's a very pleasant combination. (Almost as good as the combination of a poet and a hooligan, in one person. [Or wait, the idea of a poet and a hooligan teaming up sounds pretty good too... The novelist will think about it.])

So, yeah, now that the irrational bitterness is gone I can admit that this girl is GREAT

Didn't think I'd ever say this (why not?), but:

FUCK YEAH DENMARK.

WE. FUCKING. WON