Trettionde november.
Black, white and blood.
Now put your hands in the air, shake your body down slow. Bring it back like you never did it before.
Tolfte november.
I’m losing my way. You can go insane, I don't understand it, no.
Tredje november.
Första november.
Våra brister gör oss till människor.
Tjugosjätte oktober.
Don't you know you're beautiful?
Outfit 17 oktober.
Now you're one of us. You're comin with me.
You don't know you're beautiful. That's what makes you beautiful.
I know you're somewhere out there. Somewhere far away.
10 oktober.
som det blir när man bara inte orkar: