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Sing me to sleep

Sing me to sleep
I’m tired and i
I want to go to bed

Sing me to sleep
Sing me to sleep
And then leave me alone
Don’t try to wake me in the morning
cause I will be gone

Don’t feel bad for me
I want you to know
Deep in the cell of my heart
I will feel so glad to go

Sing me to sleep
Sing me to sleep
I dont want to wake up
On my own anymore

Sing to me
Sing to me
I don’t want to wake up
On my own anymore

Don’t feel bad for me
I want you to know
Deep in the cell of my heart
I really want to go

There is another world
There is a better world
Well, there must be
Well, there must be
Well, there must be
Well, there must be
Well …

Bye bye
Bye bye
Bye …

May 27, 2009

How can I tell.. (Hur kan jag säga..)

How can I tell if your voice is beautiful.
I only know, that it penetrates me
and makes me shake like a leaf
and tears me to shreds and splits me.

What do I know about your skin and limbs.
It makes me tremble that they are yours,
so for me there is no sleep or rest,
till they are mine

-Karin Boye

May 27, 2009

“Do not struggle when the hook of a word pulls you into the air of truth and you cannot breathe.” —Louise Murphy, The True Story of Hansel and Gretel

May 27, 2009

“‘I really like you, Midori. A lot.’
‘How much is a lot?’
‘Like a spring bear’ I said.
‘A spring bear?’ Midori looked up again. ‘What’s that all about? A spring bear.’
‘You’re walking through a field all by yourself one day in soring, and this sweet little bear cub with velvet fur and shiny little eyes comes walking along. And he says to you, ‘Hi there, little lady. Want to tumble with me?’ So you and the bear cub spend the whole day in each other’s arms, tumbling down this clover-covered hill. Nice, huh?’
‘Yeah. Really nice.’
‘That’s how much I like you’” —Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

May 27, 2009

“‘Why?!’ she screamed. ‘Are you CRAZY? You know the English subjunctive, you understand trigonometry, you can read Marx, and you don’t know the answer to something as simple as THAT? Why do you even have to ASK? Why do you have to make a girl SAY something like this? I like YOU more than I like HIM, that’s all. I wish I had fallen in love with somebody a little more handsome, of course. But I didn’t. I fell in love with YOU!’” —Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

May 27, 2009

May 25, 2009

I have a weakness for those girls who seem to bear some kind of melancholy in their eyes. Those girls whose gaze remains within you, like a poem left unfinished. You can feel beauty in eyes like those.

notarobotbutaghost:

imperiousrex:deadmelodies:oneshouldreadeverything:(via coffeeandlipstick)

May 25, 2009

“He smiled understandingly-much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced—or seemed to face—the whole external world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself.” —F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

May 25, 2009

“Strange children should smile at each other and say, ‘Let’s play.’” —F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night

May 25, 2009

“‘It’s like when you put instant rice pudding mix in a bowl in the microwave and push the button, and you take the cover off when it rings, and there you’ve got ricing pudding. I mean, what happens in between the time when you push the switch and when the microwave rings? You can’t tell what’s going on under the cover. Maybe the instant rice pudding first turns into macaroni gratin in the darkness when nobody’s looking and only then turns back into rice pudding. We think it’s only natural to get rice pudding after we put rice pudding mix in the microwave and the bell rings, but to me, that is just a presumption. I would be kind of relieved if, every once in a while, after you put rice pudding mix in the microwave and it rang and you opened the top, you got macaroni gratin. I suppose I’d be shocked, of course, but I don’t know, I think I’d be kind of relieved too. Or at least I think I wouldn’t be so upset, because that would feel, in some ways, a whole lot more real.’” —Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

May 25, 2009

Sometimes I forget that just as I am myself, other people are themselves, not props in my life. And I guess, it's an important thing to remember.

May 25, 2009

Listen

Kings of Convenience - Winning a Battle, Losing The War

Even though I’ll never need her,
even though she’s only giving me pain,
I’ll be on my knees to feed her,
spend a day to make her smile again
Even though I’ll never need her,
even though she’s only giving me pain
As the world is soft around her,
leaving me with nothing to disdain.

Even though I’m not her minder,
even though she doesn’t want me around,
I am on my feet to find her,
to make sure that she is safe and sound.
Even though I’m not her minder,
even though she doesn’t want me around,
I am on my feet to find her,
to make sure that she is safe from harm.

The sun sets on the war,
the day breaks and everything is new…

May 25, 2009

“‘A lot of people tell me that,’ she said, digging at a cuticle. ‘But it’s the only way I know how to think. Seriously. I’m just telling you what I believe. It’s never crossed my mind that my way of thinking is different from other people’s. I’m not TRYING to be different. But when I speak out honestly, everyone thinks I’m kidding or playacting. When that happens, I feel like everything’s such a pain!’” —Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

May 25, 2009

“‘That’s the hardest part,’ said Midori. She watched the rising smoke for a while, thinking. ‘I guess I’ve been waiting so long I’m looking for perfection. That makes it tough.’
‘Waiting for the perfect love?’
‘No, even I know better than that. I’m looking for selfishness. Perfect selfishness. Like, say I tell you I want to eat a strawberry shortcake. And you stop everything you’re doing and run out and buy it for me. And you come back out of breath and get down on your knees and hold this strawberry shortcake out to me. And I say I don’t want it anymore and throw it out the window. That’s what I’m looking for.’
‘I’m not sure that has anything to do with love,” I said with some amazement.
‘It does,’ she said. ‘You just don’t know it. There are times in a girl’s life when things like that are incredibly important.’” —Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

May 25, 2009

May 24, 2009

Play

May 24, 2009

oh, if we could feel this way forever

May 24, 2009

“When I was driving home, I just thought about the word ‘special’. And I thought the last person who said that about me was my aunt Helen. I was very grateful to have heard it again. Because I guess we all forget sometimes. And I think everyone is special in their own way. I really do.” —Stephen Chbosky, the perks of being a wallflower

May 24, 2009

“Maybe it’s good to put things in perspective, but sometimes, I think that the only perspective is to really be there. Like Sam said. Because it’s okay to feel things. And be who you are about them.” —Stephen Chbosky, the perks of being a wallflower

May 24, 2009

“… the waves of her consciousness pulsed through my fingertips and into me—a delicate resonance of longing. Probably someone should take this girl in his arms and hold her tight, I thought. Probably someone other than me. Someone qualified to give her something.” —Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

May 24, 2009

“‘But don’t you think,’ I persist, ‘that it’s better to be extremely happy for a short while, even if you lose it, than to be just okay for your whole life?’” —Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveler’s Wife

May 2, 2009