Comments Posted By Elin
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You wrapped yourself round me like ivy vines, you got under my skin, into my veins, and wrapped your vines around my heart. You keep growing, squeezing, and even when I try to rid you of those vines, I can’t because your roots are embedded too deep and even if I rip you out, your vines leave marks on my skin, veins and heart of where you used to be.
» Posted By Elin On 04.22.2017 @ 10:29 am
Hello! I found a reserved milk cartoon today. :) ;)
» Posted By Elin On 10.12.2015 @ 4:07 am
I just stood there and reserved the thing that was happening in front of me. It was kind of horrible to see the head crushed against the ground.
» Posted By Elin On 10.12.2015 @ 4:05 am
I can’t remember the last time I’ve ever felt this emotion. Furious… it’s a word we all come across pretty much every single day, but it has such an intense meaning and most of us aren’t fully aware of that, including me.
» Posted By Elin On 09.14.2014 @ 8:40 am
Life, I knew, was always going to throw me different trials and different kinds of heartache. Cancer, divorce, infidelity, fights, resentment; those were all what I could deal with. But not this. Never this. This was a completely different level of hurt that I didn’t want to face. Watching my dad die was something I never thought I would have to do.
» Posted By elin On 04.14.2014 @ 7:50 pm
Smelly armpits are disgusting. I hate them and can’t stand men that don’t wear deodorant. Right. Black, scary pits? COMPUTER GAMES YEAH.
» Posted By Elin On 06.19.2012 @ 2:29 pm
utställningen, tavlorna, atmosfären. allt var perfekt. dom utsökt tydliga penseldragen på dom impressionistiska tavlorna och färgerna på dom expressionistiska som uttryckte så många känslor på en och samma gång
» Posted By Elin On 03.25.2012 @ 2:39 am
There is still some residue left on my skin, in my hair, under my nails. On my clothes, in my bed, in my room. In my house. I’ve tried to scrub you from me a thousand times, till my skin is raw and fingers hurt and my house smells like bleach. But I just can’t seem to get rid of you.
» Posted By Elin On 03.24.2012 @ 8:43 am
the savage beast that has been feasting on your misery growls and you slowly lift your head. Because you have to. Because there’s nothing else you can do. You must do it. You must get up…
You can’t, though…
It’s savage, whatever it is inside you that makes you go and go and go because all you want to do is stop. But it won’t let you.
So you heave yourself up laborously and stumble back and forth before you carry on.
» Posted By Elin On 01.09.2012 @ 11:23 am
“Let’s just go.” He said. And I laughed.
Not a full out laugh, I s’pose. It was more of a chuckle. A scoff. An “Are you insane?!” kind of laugh. Not like I had any money. Not like I had any means of transportation.
“Go.” He repeated. And this time I stared up at him. How would we get there? With what money? what food? What PERMISSION?
“Where?” I asked. I sniffled and swiped at my eyes. He smiled, leaned in and whispered so that only I could hear.
» Posted By Elin On 11.30.2011 @ 2:50 pm
When I tried to catch a ball, I missed. I don’t think I knew it was coming. If I hadn’t missed the ball, perhaps my life would have been significantly better. Perhaps it would have been significantly worse.I don’t know, but chances are, it made no difference to me. That’s the thing. Trivial things don’t matter.
» Posted By Elin On 08.20.2011 @ 12:06 am
When I was younger, my friends always talked about going to camp, I never went to camp. Well, I went once and it sucked. No sexual experiences, no silly late night talks or nothing, just kids being stupid.
» Posted By Elín On 05.04.2011 @ 6:37 pm
jeg skulle ønske alle jeg kjente levde et liv full av suksess. Jeg vil ikke si jeg har det selv, men det kan jo hende det komme en dag. nå jobber jeg liksom ikke akkurat en bra jobb og jeg skulle vel ønske jeg hadde en fast jobb for en gangs skyld. Men neeeeida. Her sitter jeg med kid uten mannen og lager wok og gleder meg litt til mat.
» Posted By elin On 04.05.2011 @ 8:08 am
i need rest, every day. at least, that is what i’m told. of course i do not rest every day, but i should. shouldn’t i? ain’t i supposed too? i think i’m supposed to. but why don’t i?
» Posted By Elin On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am
awful, terrible, cancer causing bane of my existance. cigarettes should be banned from being made and have killed more people than any other drug.
» Posted By elin On 09.01.2009 @ 9:59 pm
Salt. Did you know that it is the same word in Swedish as in English? No I guess you don’t, but who can blame you? We aren’t more then 9 millions who speaks Swedish so…it’s our secret language ;)
» Posted By Elin On 04.19.2009 @ 5:13 am
one word is all you need to convey “love”.
» Posted By elin On 05.19.2008 @ 1:50 am
i have always felt weird. i like metaphysics and strange music. i have a thing for indonesian men. welding is fun, but not that fun. weirdness is in the eye of the beholder, right? what’s with the word beholder anyway? be holding what? a milky way bar! XD
» Posted By elin On 11.17.2009 @ 10:01 pm
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I checks checkchecks i check everytime i go to sleep, if i see you but you are not there neither are the monsters. You are no monster, you are amazing fantastic but you are not here you are not mine i like checks i would like 1010101010010100101 dollars please you are rich.
» Posted By Elin On 02.07.2010 @ 11:49 am