When it gets dark, we go home

Just a perfect day
drink Sangria in the park
And then later
when it gets dark, we go home

Just a perfect day

feed animals in the zoo
Then later
a movie, too, and then home

Just a perfect day
problems all left alone
Weekenders on our own
it’s such fun

Just a perfect day
you made me forget myself
I thought I was

Someone else

Someone good
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Enjoy spring coming, feel it in your nerve.

/Jojo

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2012 or Another Year Older

Another year passed. A 2012 filled with life, death, birth, work, play, alcohol, dancing, stressing and sleeping.

A 2013 is soon upon us. This is the time to get pretentious – before the new year´s resolutions. And I indulge. Why?

Because pretentious means dreaming a little. Getting perspective. Raising the bar, getting a bird´s view of your life. What have I done? When my actions constitue my identity – who will I be and how will I act for the next year, or the one to come?

I promise myself to be honest to myself and others about who I am. Who I want to be.

I promise myself to have integrity in my decisions and decide for myself. I promise myself not to be at the whim of any other human or event.

I tell myself it´s OK to be dependent on other´s, and for them to be dependent on me. But I am still my own person.

I promise myself to read more books, be happy, feel healthy and free.

Now you go!

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Love

Jojo

Carving my initials on your forehead

 

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Love these ladies with attitude above and beyond. Put this on for an awesome morning pep feeling tomorow on your way to work/school/etc.

Also – possessive love makes great songs.

/Jojo

Stay

Glow.

Photo Elizabeth Gadd.

Light it.

/Jojo

Realize that we are lost

Inse att vi är förlorade. Att vi aldrig mer är oberoende.

Realize that we are lost. That we will never again be independent.

~ Gadd ~

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/Jojo

A loving world

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And soundtrack:

/Jojo 

Hey me

Smell the summer –

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My vacation starts in a less than a week. I will lay on grass and me my own brutal self and let that over-me that works at me like an over-eager teacher in Discipline and Niceness lay off for a while.

/Jojo

To love and to hold – again and again

What love is the it-question. The question that has puzzled, bewildered and enchanted millions of lives before ours and will do millions after. Some people find it in every person they meet, some never find it. Some loves are temporary, some are eternal.

What is my point? My point is love is love. It falters when you do and grows when you do. Don´t let it become your or define you, that love that is out there for everyone to reach out and touch, poke at, question.

What is love for me? Love is when you pick all those pieces apart that you consist of, and he or she consists of and what you two are, and then shake it about and rebuild it the way you want, in the shape and form that´s ours, and that the construction of you and him or her and you both are something that feels deep down in your gut.

Love isn´t making no mistakes, no fights, no disagreements, no sleepless nights. Love is not al love-making until dawn and tears of joy and marriage and children and families or friends bonding like there was no tomorrow. Love isn´t what movies tell you, it isn´t what your friends tell you. It isn´t what I tell you. Love isn´t even that. Love is you. Love is he or she. And what you make of it. Find it, cherish it, accept it.

 

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/Jojo