12.4.13

I'm drunk. Late night buses back home make me sad, nostalgic and a bit happy that I'm still here.


And now I'm crying.
I want to go to Berlin.

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  1. There is something so strangely lonely about late night busses, I kind of like it... I also want to go to Berlin, so much!

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  2. don't cry ( i ALWAYS cried on night busses) and come to berlin just now! never - promise - never go here when its below + 15 C AND NEVER even pretend to speak german - hell forbid really understandig it. .. then you'll be fine

    xxx

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    1. Berlin will always have a special place in my heart. I spent probably the happiest three weeks of my life there. I still like to think about Berlin as a city where I could be happy. I know that things don't work like this, you cannot escape from yourself just by going somewhere else. But still, dreams remain. <3

      xx Pie

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  3. this is a really eerie yet beautiful simple post! hope you're okay gurrrl.
    p.s. alcohol rules.

    xo, ZEBRA AND MEERKAT ~

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  4. thanks a lot for your comment, I think you're probably absolutely right... the only thing is that I don't actually have an alto voice, I just desperately tried to sound like julian casablancas and this creates a big part of the problem- I can't actually sing what I want to sing and I will never sound how I want to sound- isn't this incredibly stupid? but I can't help it.

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  5. I do too, but then again, I'm never happy with where am I no matter what.


    /Avy

    http://mymotherfuckedmickjagger.blogspot.com

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  6. I long to be somewhere else too x

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  7. I love this album, especially the track "A Dedication"

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