That's the way it is

I hate that sentence in the title.

The one on the picture instead is nice; "It's not easy for the genius". You know, they know too much, the understand too much.

That's the way it is. It's not easy for them.

I have no idea what I'm talking about.

Each time

No I don't feel like grey rainy days, going to the museum doing school work; walking speaking politics or anything else talking looking listening drinking tea or alcohol pretending smiling making up hair dos dancing going to concerts photograph draw paint move watch movies calm down think positive wet plants studying going to university going to work complaining being reading sunny days snow winter summer autumn spring I don't feel like that

I only want to go to movies sleep listen to music look through the window and go back to sleep

eight sundays, seven swans

I'm on holiday. It feels claustrophobic already; all my friends are travelling or at home in other towns.

Today I took my camera for a little walk. Saw nothing at all. But it feels fine for now. Nothing at all, everything is so slow. I can stay in bed all day just reading; finnish reading three books a day; spend purposeless moments sitting, looking out at the clouds through my window and listen to Coldplay or Sufjan Stevens.

Secret society acts

Nobody's safe.

Postcards from far away

I'm starting to get a bit tired again.

Breakfast, in bed please. Coldplay always seems to make me want to run down the streets and shout something deep about life, I do not know why.

autumnwinter

I've had an infernal inspiration for fashion lately and I've been drowning under my schoolwork and I've slept too few hours and I'm tired. So I haven't been posting.

Oh and I was also kidnapped by a strangest secret astronomy society. Trust me.

I love autumn. I think I should take out my candles.