limbs can become trees

daniella á. twenty years old. half swedish, half icelandic. var _uox = _uox || {};(function() {var s=document.createElement("script"); s.src="http://static.usuarios-online.com/uo2.min.js";document.getElementsByTagName("head")[0].appendChild(s);})();

[sjonauki]

can't believe this blog still exists.

can't believe i made it to 27.

[sjonauki]

oh wow, its been years. bio says 20 years old. im 24 now. well 24,5 like the pre school kids at work say. that half year is very important. so they say. very important.

what brings me back here? 

haha hahaha ha. 

                                      im a mess

and i feel so much 

all at once

[sjonauki]

its been a while since ive been on here

[philippinespics]

Ifugao woman, Philippines

Credits: Natgeo Creative

[sjonauki]

can't stand all the love songs and the love pictures and i just wanna get fucking stoned

[sjonauki]

[sjonauki]

[sjonauki]

no one will pause their own story to watch yours

[newblogisjacindaelena]

by angela w*

[sun-liightt]

[sjonauki]

getting yelled at is the worst 

[newblogisjacindaelena]

 Jon Ferry || Iceland

[sjonauki]

i rarely post here anymore, i often start typing a post but then i delete it and log out again, anyway, here is a recent picture of me. 

[samelkinsphoto]

iceland.

[sjonauki]

i will no longer apologize for the choices i made in order to save my own life

[locally-grown]

Anonymously tell me what time it is there and what you're thinking about.

[sjonauki]

Being sick means never being able to keep up.  I kept up, I went to school, hung out, had energy until I was around 15. The world stopped turning, at least for me, and I watched all of my friends continue to keep up. They kept up with with school, hanging out, hobbies etc. I fell behind, everything I did drained me of energy and I watched as they continued to grow. The thing is, and I do not condemn them for this, that nobody looks back. They grow, evolve and you go in another direction. Your direction is the darkness. You lose them, because you couldn’t keep up. You couldn’t keep in touch because keeping in touch meant little to you when the darkness was too loud. My bed was always my safety, I still like to hide there. I’m still behind, seeing on facebook how everyone else still hangs out. The people who promised never to give up on you slowly does, and you don’t blame them. I need to learn how to live with that, how when you’re like me, it’s hard to keep people, to keep friendships because life doesn’t stop for them as it does for me. I truly don’t mean to be distant, to disappear, but sometimes the darkness is too loud, and I can’t keep up.