well, if you can’t walk…
(Source: kepka)
booyah! that nietzsche dude was dope.
(Source: kepka)
i asked about the dark spot to the right (which is left) and the doctor said
“obviously, that is the shadow of your heart”
and i said
“obviously you’re not a doctor because a real doctor knows there’s no light in the body”
and my mother said
“…mona, from the x-ray”
stupid doctor just smiled.
as we were adopted by a family of excavator operators, the theme of grandma’s hobby didn’t puzzle us.
what did puzzle us was how on earth she got them in there.
ingenious.
(Source: kepka)
jävlar vad den här låten är grym.
creative thinking.
i love drunk logic. yesterday we went out and there was this guy, tim. after two clubs and some street life in raval we went back home for the after hours, being three guys and two girls, both of us blondes. after opening the first beer, tim approaches me, obviously planning something.
he says
“a kiss?”
i say
“why thank you, but no”
and he says
“so, what about the other blonde?”
in some twisted way i understood him and instead of punching him in the face i just laughed.
but damn, it was good to not be that guy.
this time.
the cigarette on the road.
the confusion in the rye.
att jag skrattar åt det här? well, klockan är två på morgonen. ‘nuff said.
breakfast with fredrik. barcelona 2007.
– it sounds like green.
yes, she had no life. but she was a damn good secretary.
– it’s really pouring down! but it could’ve been worse. it could’ve been blood.
i hadn’t called him in a while. i just remembered why.
so we meet again…
