Let me wake up next to you, have coffee in the morning and wander through the city with your hand in mine, and I’ll be happy for the rest of my fucked up little life.
I haven’t been very impressed lately.By people,or places,or the way someone said he loved me and then slowly changed his mind.
There’s something about arriving in new cities, wandering empty streets with no destination. I will never lose the love for the arriving, but I’m born to leave.
I am not a broken heart. I am not collarbones or drunken letters never sent. I am not the way I leave or left or didn’t know how to handle anything,at any time,and I am not your fault.
You were the hardest year of my life and I’ve never been so happy. What does that say about me?
You smoked another cigarette and we shared another coffee and it was just another morning that made me realise that this is all it takes to be happy.
Sometimes you need to sit lonely on the floor in a quiet room in order to hear your own voice and not let it drown in the noise of others.
I am not collarbones or drunken letters never sent. I am not the way I leave or left or didn’t know how to handle anything,at any time,and I am not your fault.
Do you wait for things to happen, or do you make them happen yourself? I believe in writing your own story.
Throwing yourself into the purse of a dream is the biggest adventure you can take on.
You can start anew at any given moment. Life is just the passage of time and it’s up to you to pass it as you please.
I just want to be someone, to mean something to anyone…
The final magnificent spark of a firework is only the last seconds of the fall. Though it’s invisible to most, it’s the way up that creates all the impact.
Do what ought to be done, here and now, to get you somewhere — anywhere.
I’m not everything I want to be, but I’m more than I was, and I’m still learning.
You will find yourself with a beautiful boy and you will not want to stay in that room, with him, even though there is nothing more you can ask for in another human beingand there is nothing you can do about this.
I want to remember to notice the wonders of each day, in each moment, no matter where I am under any circumstance.
I feel a new era coming in, standing on the shore, waiting for it to slowly greet me.
Hurting people you love is the heaviest kind of regret.
My mind is killing me”— The Glass Child, Stuck In My Mind
When I discovered music — when I discovered the craft of shaping a song — my being fell into place.
Nothing much bothered you for a while and you kept walking like a silhouette through this town, saying hi’s and goodbyes, acting polite at all times. But there is no fire in your heart; you are not very concerned.
Loveis not leaning on each other, adjusting to fit a different size.Loveis simply two hands reached out in the darkness,saying; I’ll be your light, if you’ll be mine.
It all takes time and lessons and places, but I’m learning to listen to my restless heart, telling me to “go, go, go!
Human interaction. The most complicated form of happiness I will never figure out.
I am living a simple life with a complicated mind and I have yet to find a state of mind where I feel safe with who I am, where I am, with what I do.
Dear world, I am excited to be alive in you, and I am thankful for another year.
This world can be quite wonderful once you let yourself be a part of it. It’s on your side, you know?
I don’t want to be a critic of the world. I want to encourage it.
I think I’m learningthat sometimes the bravest thing is not to face the world,but to turn away from it.
Some people make you want to be a better person, and that, for me, is the purest form of love.
I want people to feel safe around me. Calm and at peace and I want to make people feel accepted. I want to express confidence on my own path, and spread confidence to other people on theirs.
This is the story of a girl gone mad while trying to find a little bit of love.
I am a worried person with a stressed out soul, living a simple life with no capital.
… and you might say “no, you will never do that, that’s not you, not who I know, not who I thought you were”and I will say“watch me”for I never did this to fit inor stand outbut to live.
You are to me like white islands, in a world of vast darkness.
Find something you love and go for it with all your heart. No excuses, no plan B. Never settle for anything less than you know you can do.It will be hard, but I promise it will be worth it.
I am constantly torn between the will to be seen and still hidden so god damn well, a contradiction I never figured out.
An artist must be passionately in love with her art. Obsessed or possessed ― go mad for what you believe in.
Being passionate about something is the most beautiful characteristic you can develop.
People who truly live their lives don’t have time to complain or judge others. They’re too busy enjoying life and love and everything in between!
A big group of daily friends or a white painted house with bills and mirrors, are not a necessity to me—but an intelligent conversation while sharing another coffee, is.
Build your home in small moments of joy, and you will always feel at home.
Spend more time doing things that make you forget about the time.
This world can be quite wonderful once you let yourself be a part of it.
And this is what being an artist means, being a poet? To sacrifice yourself for your art, sacrifice your heart for your art, because it’s only through something broken that something beautiful can grow.
It will not always be easy, but it will always be beautiful.
I can’t change the world, I can only change how I choose to live in it.
I have lost and loved and won and cried myself to the person I am today.
Freedom can choke you if you don’t know how to handle it.
… but I believe that music can change a life, because it changed mine.
You might say “no, you will never do that, that’s not you, not who I know, not who I thought you were”, and I will say “watch me”.
I was a flower that bloomed and sparked way too fast. He took me in ’cause I was pretty in all kinds of colors but way too soon I stood on his table sad and dried up. I forgot to nourish myself and the sun never shone from my sky.
We dig holes for ourselves, of comfortable living, and it’s hard to see just how deep down you are until you suddenly want to take a look at the world up there, some fresh airand realise you can’t get up. You’re too far down.
I wanted to say all these things about how you just have to hold on to the things you love and let go of all the rest.
My wish has always been to write my own story, to create a life that’s worth writing about. But is a story worth anything at all if I have no one to tell it to?
All I wanted was my art and the chance to be the creator of my own world, my own reality.
I am slowly coming to the conclusion that it’s more important to learn to work with what you’ve got, under the circumstances you’ve been given, than wishing for different ones.
I have found no other cure for loneliness than to befriend it.
It could have been so beautiful.The way I learned and got free and swore to never love another person ever againand it could have been so beautiful,the way I actually did.
I believe in knowing who you are but without limiting yourself to your own expectation of who you are.
It was quite a beautiful thing, the way we simply just came to be. With no effort or trying, just slowly finding each other’s hands in the dark. No chains or promises, just a simple sign of hopethat things will go on and get better.
When someone’s success makes you as happy as if it were your own, you know you’ve found someone worth holding on to.
What I want to know is how you go on when you look aroundand don’t see anywhere you want to go without the only personyou can’t have.
No story is worth telling without the twists and turns. Make them count instead.
Find what makes you happy and go for it with all your heart. It will be hard, but I promise it will be worth it.
It was quite a sad thing,the way I watched you sleep like nothing could go wrong and I did not want to harm it, I did not want to blur it, but how could I notwhen everything I’ve ever known has slowly gone away.
I can’t sleep alone anymoreand I get used tocompanytoo quickly. You’re always gone too soon.
… and now and then we could look up and give each other a thought, because I think he could have beautiful thoughts,and we could just let each other be less lonely in our loneliness.
Time flows smoother when you are with people you love.
Make someone feel something and you will never be forgotten.
Horizons, cheap whisky straight from the bottleand your hands in mine.
I built my home in the feeling of waking up at dawn in a new city, where every road is the right road because there is no ordinary. Everything is as profound as you make it.
I will never lose the love for the arriving, but I’m born to leave.
Are you in love? What makes your heart beat faster? What do you want people to think about when they hear your name.
Seasons happened and things got colder and harder and suddenly I found myself smoking circles in the airby myself in the snowand I was not okay.
I seek the city because there is nothing sweeter than not being alone in your loneliness.
When you forget about the how, go back to the why.
I want my life to be the greatest story. My very existence will be the greatest poem.Watch me burn.Love always, Charlotte
I am a complicated person with a simple life and I am the reason for everything that ever happened to me.
5.57am and I’m finishing the last poem to the taste of the last cigarette. Smoke in my lungs, poetry on the paper. Inhale, exhale, it doesn’t get much easier.
When the others were picked up and walked home by friends or fathers or best friend’s sisters,I was the kid in a grey hoodie, walking with the poets, the singers, the thinkers, and I was not alone.
And the rain drops kept falling like the sweetest musicleaving tears on the glass,which is what music does to memost of the timebut silence too. and rain.
I just wish you could see my demons for what they are, and lay here beside me on the floor. No words. Just your presence.
This is my story. I don’t know where I’m going, but I know I’m going somewhere beautiful, and I know I’m on my way… It’s been a beautiful adventure. It always will be.
6 months, 2 weeks, 4 days,and I still don’t know which month it was thenor what day it is now.Blurred out linesfrom hangovers to coffeeanother vagabond lost to love.
I’m fighting my way into existence, and I will keep doing so until the end of time.
It’s just as hard to go back to a place you once left, as it is to leave it again.
My home will never be a place, but a state of mind, which I find through my music.
I don’t need anyone else to distract me from myself anymore, like I always thought I would.
When you think your life is falling apart, it’s usually falling together in disguise.
You’re going to make something wonderful of yourself. I promise.You’re doing just fine.
What is this thing? trading passions for a tiny bit of acceptance.
My writing, it’s my way of making sense of everything. My way to feel whole. May I never be complete and may I never feel content – please, let me always have the need, always have the urge to write.
I want to burn with excitement or anger and bleed, bleed out my words. I want to get all fucked up and write raw and ugly about all these things I see and am and could be.
So I forced myself to step out of my comfort zone and go out and connect with people. I realised that no one knew me here. I could become whoever I wanted to be for these people, and that became my courage.
I rest in ease, knowing there are others out there, whispering themselves to sleep, just like me.
Maybe I can learn to live in a way that makes it worth writing about, and maybe I can actually become something more than this empty shell.
You must make love to him like his touch is your salvation.
I’m here for you. Always. Do you feel me?Hear me? I talk to you every night, does it reach you?
You will never see me surrender, never see me cry, but you will often see me walk away. Turn around and just leave, without looking back.
The world is filled with so many beautiful people after all and who am I to think that you will hold on, hold on to me, because who am I and what are we?
Sometimes you have to realise that things will never change if you don’t make a change yourself, and sometimes, you need to realise that it only happened so that you could learn something.