First day of summer

Paris

with love.

Teenage dirtbag

Missing the summer

Där ute snurrar vintern, men i mitt huvud är det varmt.

That place we call home

Together, we're home

Stubborn love

The snow spreads glittering diamonds around town. And I'm about to feel the magic again. I can feel me heat up. I've been so afraid. Of everything. But I'm raising up. And I understand that I won't give up.

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- for everyone who needs some magic

I wrote, don't belive it
you're in a saga, it needs an end
and you said, think positive
and i thought, this is the end

i float away in endless daydreams,
and woke up with a pen in my hand.
I wrote: i did belive it
and you said: i'm sorry