svo hljótt

i've decided that i want to learn swedish and icelandic, then i want to travel to the ends of the earth and dream my life away, to the sounds of jeniferever, immanu el, sigur ros, ef, and other lovely and ethereal echoes of nature. i just want to drown in the escape of conversation, in the warmth of my room, recluselike and content. i just want to get out of high school and travel, to japan, to sweden, to england, to iceland, to germany. every day melbourne seems more and more monotonous as its familiarity starts to choke me. i need air, i need to breathe. fuck.