Winter is going to end and I’m going to clean these veins again.



There's no need to focus when there's nothing that's worth seeing.




An honest verse of longing, or a simple song of hope.











Her white blank page, and a swelling rage




Oh the warmth in your eyes swept me into your arms





There's a lack of colour here


This is fact, not fiction



It's a black balloon, it's a dream you'll soon deny


It's like teaching an old man to cry






Instagram II
Nothing will remain and so it goes






Praying to whoever would listen to me






@johannakleppe
I find comfort in decay.


How I long to fill my lungs
Nytt objektiv




I'm still haunted by all the things I'll never be
Young Guns på Nalen igår. Fantastiskt.










I'm a bill you pay, I'm a contract you can't brake.

Gaia
Broken glass, broken hearts






Remember spring swaps snow for leaves

