The Daydreams Of two insomniacs.

I love you and that’s all that matters.
Life is full of shit that gets in the way of more important things.
Priorities get fucked up. Since when was it school over friends?
It’s messed up. But it’s life.
And one day this world will have a place for you and me
to live and love together, wild and free
in a place where our dreams are our reality.
I love you and that’s all that matters.

I don’t like feeling like your forgetting me.. Ive moved to the same country but still feel as far :(

Hey Ebba,
I miss you.

ok so a lot has happened recently.. mostly last night and its the kinda thing i just want to disappear out of my head forever. just felt like i disappointed people again and.. i just dont want to get into it. i got home at 3 am.. didnt get to sleep until 4 atleast.. and i was up at 8. coulldnt sleep.

benji just came and snuggled with me.

so basically im going to tumbl a bit more and then going to go have a shower, and pack up a bag with a blanket, paints, pencils and my sketch book and set off.

im not sure where im going i might want to find somewhere new.. we shall see.

Em

Hi, about your teacher.. i honestly feel for you. some people find it odd when you get attached to teachers but honestly i can relate to this one. my favourite drama teacher in the world hasnt tought me for a few years now, i facebooked him a while back to see if he remembered me and he answered the sweetest thing it almost made me tear up! :P

its hard too because i do find a big part of classes you enjoy is the teachers so it makes a big difference.. i hope whoever replaces him is nice at least.

speaking of teachers…. do you remember mr.zein? my god he was awesome.

Dear Ebba, 

you have yourself a deal.

love you.

Today I found out my english teacher is leaving the school at the end of the year. In the classroom you could have heard a pin drop. The rest of class no one said a word. The bell rang and everyone rushed out, and those lucky enough to get out the door first were able to hide their tears. I kept it up well (I’m used to it) until I got to the bathroom. The one class I actually love. The one teacher I enjoy learning from, who makes sense, who’s funny but so intelligent at the same time. The teacher who cries in-front of us when he talks about his best friend’s suicide or his father in the war. Or today, when he told us he was leaving. The one teacher and the one class that literally everyone loves.
And he’s going to be replaced.
I feel bad for the teacher who has to fill his shoes.
No one can.
I hate how the universe loves to ruin all the good things in my life. I’d love it if it could stop doing that.

I would like that.
And then afterwards I’d like to be your best friend forever, okay?
Okay, glad we’ve got that settled.

Ebba,

one of these days id love to have a movie-like cheesy day with you.

id like to come meet you at school and walk back to mine and chat about our day. then id like to grab the bikes and take you on my mini bike ride (the mini one doesn’t involve as many hills, and im prone to “bigfatredpuffypantingface” when i take part in too much excersise.. A-TRACTIVE. ;) )
 anyway, then id take the rug out my bag and we could just sit in a fiel and talk and draw and just forget about the CRAP we can’t deny is in this world.
and just cry and laugh and take the time to not feel guilty for feeling crap and just complain without feeling annoying and just laugh until we get that awkwardly satisfying pain in our stomachs.
i’d like that.

-Em 

I was ill the past few days.

I don’t like being ill, i don’t supose many do. i guess the possitive outcomes would include a lie in and excessive amount of tv if it werent for my incompetence at the basic task of sleeping and my headache which has a particular dislike for screens or bright lights.

But there I go looking at negatives, so for the sake of sticking to my promise to get better, ill end on a positive note.

Today I had a reason to be lazy and lounge around in my onesie. i also got to complain about being ill with my (also ill) boyfriend. and lastly i did get better. Even though getting better means an early morning for me tomorrow, I rather that than be ill. i don’t like being ill.

PS- ebba, try it. its cheesy i know and you might not want to but i would love if you did. you dont need to write it down or anything just ponder about a few things, then when you find those little hight moments.. it’s nice.