It´s like chasing butterflies. It´s like chasing perfect. Like trying to find love on the dancefloor. Like having too much coffeine in your fragile hungry body. Like bursting out in tears for no fucking reason at a empty Norreport station. Like doing blow when you´re already fucked up. Like laughing when you feel like crying. Beautiful like the songs she sing for her baby. Maybe never maybe forever. The feeling really make me feel sad.
Trying to be good, trying to be a better person, trying to find love, trying to find perfect, trying to find a balance.
It really is over. A lil relief and boooooooooooooooooooooooooom.
Quiet and nice weekend tho´.
Listen to: Trentemöller- Take me into your skin
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