Tuesday, November 1

Wednesday, October 19

Tuesday, September 13


[3:48:49 PM] Pia: 3:/
[3:48:59 PM] Pia: wow. nice smiley, me.
[3:49:04 PM] Petes!: i like it
[3:49:13 PM] Pia: haha. me too, kind of.
[3:49:39 PM] Pia: I feel sorry for the little guy. he has ridiculous hair, a really worried eyebrow or an ass on his head
[3:49:46 PM] Petes!: yup
[3:50:07 PM] Pia: and I think we can all relate to having asses on our heads.

Thursday, August 18

Wednesday, August 17


Vous ĂȘtes belles, mais vous ĂȘtes vides.... On ne peut pas mourir pour vous.

You risk tears if you let yourself be tamed. 

Friday, July 29

Tuesday, May 31


[3:17:48 PM] Pia Kitty: so, no then?
[3:17:58 PM] Petes!: beer?
[3:18:08 PM] Pia Kitty: no, I mean the paragliding.
[3:18:20 PM] Petes!: fuck no paragliding!
[3:18:41 PM] Pia Kitty: oh. well, beer then?
[3:22:37 PM] Petes!: okies
[3:23:06 PM] Pia Kitty: well, please calm down the enthusiasm

Monday, May 30


my veins are blue
like the way you used to look at me
and burst into heavy rain
laughing hysterically
as if you'd just dreamed of forests
slightly drunk
but really it was just for the heck of it
the way you were loud and rude
when you looked at me
and wanted me to be someone else

Sunday, May 29

The Terror

nauseating awareness that you 
are making glue out of grief and that  
I'm getting stickier by the minute 

there's nothing 
trendier these days 
than depression 

and you think the sadness is all 
which defines you that nothing else 
grants you an identity of your own 

I bet you'd kill yourself 
in the attempt to claim your life 
authentic like you want it to be 

well I'm glad you don't get the joke

your forgiving nature 
offends me 

I don't need you to 

but maybe you need 
to believe I intend 
to say I am sorry 
for all the terror I am 

my arrogant nature 
confuses you 

you can't see why I won't 


somehow, while grieving you, i discovered

how i tend to smile a smile that looks like yours

sat down at what i knew was your table

smoking your brand of cigarettes; waiting for you

to find that not only did you not remember me

you'd forgotten the you that used to be mine.

Saturday, May 28


The way I don't talk
is just a burden to you
though it probably emerged
from the wish of just the opposite;
never to be a burden at all
proving ineffective as you
tell me about giving and receiving
and leave me with the accusation
of never having given anything at all

The way I don't ask questions
is just tiresome to you
I'm just afraid of the rudeness
and offense that so often appears
hand in hand with all the questions
I prefer to leave unasked
you used to tell me everything
and all I had to do was listen
now all there is is heartbreaking silence

The way I don't explain
is of course confusing you
because my hopeless silence
is, in the end, crushing you
forcing you to leave,
begging me to stop you,
standing in the way even of my
saying goodbye to you
driving you further with simple quietude

The way I just stand there
accepting your wrath
taking whatever shit you throw
not even lifting an eyebrow
the shifty eyes, the stupid smile
is now, more than ever,
what it was not supposed to be
the reason you're leaving
- for the sake of silence I am losing you

Thursday, May 5

Friday, April 22

Saturday, April 9

Wednesday, March 23

It's like.


Sunday, March 20


I just remembered one of my absolute favorite things when I was younger.
We'd have pancakes quite often in our house. Pancakes aren't exactly the fanciest of dinners, nor most expensive one.
It catered well to our family, I think. We'd also have pea soup as a starter, which I always loved.
I quite enjoyed pancakes. I remember having pancakes at my friends houses and they would be stacked on a plate all ready, hidden underneath a piece of tin foil or a kitchen towel so they would stay warm.
But not in our house, no.
One of my favorite things about dad is that he'd always make one pancake for each of us at a time, so they would be completely fresh off the pan.
He would run back and forth during the entire meal making sure our pancakes were as warm as they could get.
And we would always eat a truck load of them.

Tuesday, March 1

Friday, February 18

Lykke Li - Love Out of Lust (lyrics)

Lykke Li - Love Out Of Lust by LykkeLi

Lykke Li - Love out of Lust Lyrics:

Rather die in your arms than die lonesome
Rather that, than die alone
The higher that I climb
the deeper I fall down
I'm running out of town
so let's dance while we're waiting

We will live longer than I will
We will be better than I was
We can cross rivers with our will
We can do better than I can
So dance while you can
Dance cause you must
Love out of lust
Dance while you can

Rather live out a lie than live wondering
How the fire feels while burning
For life is like a flame
And the ashes for wasting
So honey don't be afraid
To dance while we're waiting

So tired of waiting
Come baby
So tired of waiting
Come baby

We will live longer than I will
We will be better than I was
We can cross rivers with our will
We can do better than I can,
We will live longer than I will
We will be better than I was
We can cross rivers with our will
We can do better than I can

So dance while you can
Dance cause you must
Love out of lust
Dance while you can
Love out of lust

Friday, January 28

The Difference

It could feel like the very same day as any other day.
The day you felt the difference.

And then it becomes so scary saying it out loud.
Like it becomes more real if you do. And you come to realize it does.
Everything becomes more real when uttered. Like all of our secrets come tumbling out of a jacket pocket.
You would look at me, and your face would tell me you knew what it felt like to be me.
Because we were the same.

Bright September - Disappear

Nouvelle Vague - Dance With Me