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potato salad

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so, i'm off to manchester tomorrow.. i'll be back in sweden again 12/12.
i know i haven't really been the most generous commentor these last months.. :roll:
but i want to say thank you, for supporting me. :nod:

some of you are great, great artists.. don't ever stop creating. :heart:

cya! :D

:blackrose: :iconverlainexredux: :iconheavenrazer: :iconmarkg: :iconweyoun9: :iconzpike: :iconr-d-x-83: :iconduece: :blackrose:
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still not here

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ok, so.. school is still devouring my time.. so. i'm not really here.

my bud jonas is a freshie, go praise n give him advice, will you guys? :kiss:
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be good :heart:
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she's gone

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she's trying to fix her life and stuff...
maybe she'll be back later.

take care :heart:

-sofie

Empty hours
Spent combing the street
In daytime showers
They've become my beat;
As I walk from cafe to bar
I wish I knew where you are
Because you've clouded my mind
And now I'm all out of time
Empty skies say try to forget
Better advice is to have no regrets
As I tread the boulevard floor
Will I see once more
Because you've clouded my mind
'till then I'm biding my time

I'm only sad in a natural way
And I enjoy sometimes feeling this way
The gift you gave is desire
The match that started my fire

Empty nights with nothing to do
I sit and think, every thought is for you
I get so restless and bored
So I go out once more
I hate to feel so confined
I feel like I'm wasting my time

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but it is my life.
to be in love with creating, browsing, studying and encouraging art, is life.
those times, when inspiration gets so overwhelming that you can't stop thinking about it, and you want to stay in that atmospheric dreamy state forever, are truly worth everything.
those are the times when i feel at home with myself, and the world disappears. i don't think drugs can compare.. not that i would know ;)

can you relate? can we love the same things, in the same way?

my favorite poem, if you know it, is "In An Artist's Studio".
we had that poem for our literature course this week, and when i told my teacher my analysis, it turns out i've been wrong. i had gone with my first impression, that the whole poem was about love for art, and the insane inspiration force that drives some artists mad.
but the story is another.

writers, i think, would be disappointed if their poems get interpreted in an other way than what it was meant to. but as a reader, i feel, there is no wrong way of analysing... what's the point, if you're just going to try and calculate and figure out the exact meaning of someone elses words.. puzzled together to become a poetic text or lyric?
intrestesting, elaborating... but not as giving. at least, that's what i think.. and i think a lot, maybe too much. :roll:

did you know, graphite smells divine. :nod:
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