I know who killed Rosie Larsen

Igår kväll såg jag klart 2a säsongen av The killing. SÅ GRYMT SERIE!! Hade aldrig kunnat lista ut vem mördaren var, och när jag väl fick veta vred sig hela magen och jag började storlipa. Uscha. Har precis börjat se första avsnittet av 3e säsongen! Så spännande!
 
 
 

Grow up with me

Let’s run in fields and fear the dark together
Fall off swings and burn special things
And both play outside in bad weather
Let’s eat badly
Let’s watch adults drink wine and laugh at their idiocy
Let’s sit in the back of the car,
Making eye contact with strangers driving past
Making them uncomfortable
Not caring, not swearing, don’t f***
Let’s both reclaim our superpowers
The ones we all have and lose with our milk teeth
The ability not to fear social awkwardness
To panic when locked in the cellar
Still sure there’s something down there
And while picking from pillows each feather
Let’s both stay away from the edge of the bed
Forcing us closer together
Let’s sit in public, with ice cream all over both our faces
Sticking our tongues out at passers by
Let’s cry
Let’s swim
Let’s everything
Let’s not find it funny lest someone falls over
Classical music is boring
Poetry baffles us both
There’s nothing that’s said is what’s meant
Plays are long, tiresome, sullen and filled
With hours that could be spent rolling down hills
And grazing our knees on cement
Let’s hear stories and both lose our innocence
Learn about parents and forgiveness
Death and morality
Kindness and art
Thus losing both of our innocent hearts
But at least we won’t do it apart.