Lyssnar på Totalt Jävla Mörker, och med tanke på deras namn kan man ju inte ogilla dem.

Bara lite över en vecka kvar tills nya säsongen av American Horror Story börjar. Hoppas att Coven är bättre än Asylum. Jag tyckte inte att den var dålig, men första säsongen står oslagen. Asylum var inte tillräckligt konstigt. De försökte lite genom att sporadiskt dra in utomjordingar mitt i allting, men det gick inte riktigt hem hos mig. Visst så är det en ologisk serie i allmänhet också, men det kändes bara fel. Den var underhållande men har inte lika högt se-om-igen-värde som den första. AJA VEM FAN BRYR SIG HEJDÅ

 The theatre was still lit, and the film was yet to begin. I sat in the same seat as always, the seat I had counted to be in the exact middle of the room. The red velvet seat just felt softer in this particular spot than the rest. A fairly young couple sat two rows behind me, and I could hear their kissing and silenced laughter crystal clear. From their point of view they were still alone in the cinema, and I had learned that this is how people naturally are when they believe to be alone. I was guessing how many people would venture out from their safe havens to the cinema this evening and hence it’s a new film my number was pretty high. Turns out I was wrong. A group of young delinquents entered and took seats a few rows in front of me. Their chattering and storytelling was unavoidable, but certainly they kept at it. They were like giggling dead corpses pretending like they made a difference to the world. After suffered through perhaps ten minutes (or I guess, even when I was alive time was not one of my fortes) of their small talk I had learned more than I wish I had. On the far left was B, and only his placement said that he was the leader who had taken place first and the rest mindlessly followed, just like sheer silk linen dancing in the wind. His constant talking left little room for those beside him, which was a shorter boy with short black hair, who mostly sat smiling and they never mentioned his name. On the far right was another blonde boy named A accompanied by a red haired girl, most likely a couple based on their position toward each other. Drawn to one another, like the ground cranks the rain so close it becomes one. I was sure the film would be completely destroyed by distractions, but at least some manner hung onto those kids, who fell into silence as the theatre blackened and the screen lit up. Sometimes I tried to imagine my life on that film screen, eternally burned onto an 8mm film roll, but every try took more energy than before. Remembering didn’t come natural anymore, and my head begun spinning like I was soaring around on the back of a bird if I tried too long. Memories only matter for such a long time, until they become so distant it doesn’t even feel like those particular memories belong to you, like somebody has showered you in unwanted information about their own happiness. The screen blackened. Where had the time gone? Much to my displeasure this happened more often, like I was erased from the last humans who had once known me. Perhaps time had gone so fast they had all died. If I was dead I could have joined them. Such a common longing I found myself wrapped in.

 

för att dem gör det. jag kan inte komma ifrån det. kan inte kan inte kan inte kan inte

Konstant känsla hela jävla tiden sammanfattad i ett dåligt svartvitt gif från någon skitserie troligtvis. Vissa saker går för bra att man vet de kommer snart krascha hårt som fan.

Har kört klart alla tre Saints Row spel och passade nog har det nya Amnesia kommit nyligen! Ska ta mig an det i väntan på GTA V.

 

 

ska gråta mig till döds nu mmafkkfkfiriif 

Klippte av håret igår. Så skönt. Var äckligt slitet, tungt och jobbigt. Varför är jag så fet, så trött på stagnation. Jag har en massa saker att svara på, ber om ursäkt för min utdragna seghet. ♥ :( Nu ska jag dö lite grann i min säng. bbn.