No man is an island

and I’m no man.

‘n there aint no man better’n me.

I am a woman. Life is a moment in space. I remind myself over and over again not to fear life, love and pain, but treasure it instead. ’cause it will all pass. It will all go away. And when it goes away I will remember the pain with as much value as the love. ’cause love is pain. Life is pain. Pain is joy.  And I wallow in it. I love it. I cherish it with the knowledge that this is what life has to offer. No more, no less.

And I know that even though I will have people around me, even though I will have friends and lovers, I will always be alone.

So what I’m saying is, no man is an island,

but I might be.

This guy died on stage as the audience laughed and applauded his brilliant joke.

That’s the way to go. That’s the way I want to go.

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A rush of inspiration

I wrote something a few days back ‘n then I put it away.

Took it out tonight and started sketching… ’cause I miss him.

Miss him? i-n-s-a-n-e! this. is. insane. but what can I say..? he’s just… NO. Stop it damn it!

It’s too soon. I shouldn’t be doing this. Shouldn’t be writing this. It’s enough that I text him, send him e-mails and facebook with him all day everyday.

This comic, or illustrated poem, or what ever it is, might have to rest for a few weeks. I really haven’t processed this stuff yet.

too much and too soon! Been here, done this.

hehe, life, ey..? Just keeps on keepin on. ^_^

Even if you think you’ll never ever love again, weeell, guess what! Sometime, somewhere where you least expect it, someone might come up to you and say “smile, your life’s pretty f-cking fantastic!”

Pain throws your heart to the ground. Love turns the whole thing around. Fear is a friend who’s misunderstood,

but I know the heart of life is good.

Bella

This is Bella and me. 

Bella lives in Stockholm.

She’s intelligent and funny, loving and warm with a stroke of bitterness.

Simply put, she’s one of the awesomest people in the whole wide world.

Aawwww… look-at-thaaat… snowy rooftops of my hometown… so frikkin beautiful. Stockholm is truly the city of awesomeness.

Jag ser smutsen och mörkret i Gamla stan
känner doften av rädsla från Stureplan
och jag vill bara gråta, så vackert är Stockholm i natt – Peter Jöback (ja, jag citerar Jöback. Iiinget konstigt med deeet!)

I’m totally moving back there after this summer.

True devotion! You really impress me mr E.

THIS is a devoted fan:

I expect nothing less from You, dear reader of the blog

This particular fan-tatt was made with a pen (Bic Model: Nordea as mr E wrote in the e-mail), but you are free to go all the way and actually needle it in if you wish.

You can try out diffrent variables of this theme of course… Perhaps ink a wolf sitting on a branch (Ulv-e-gren, ya know…) or something creative like that.

What I’m getting at is that I want more. Send me your fan-tatt-pics and I will sing your praises for an eternity! An eternity! Can you wrap your heads around that??? A-N  E-T-E-R-N-I-T-Y O-F P-R-A-I-S-E!!!

Shalom!

Allahu Akbar!

Peace ooouuut my sweetz!

Own a piece of me

I make my own little comic-books! I’m such a good little girl. I make myself sooo proud.

In the US they call them mini-comics.

Here in Sweden we call them fansin.

If you’d like to buy my excellent-one-of-a-kind-hand-made fanziiine,

(oh yeees… you knooow you want it…  so bad it hurrrts…) ;D

please be so kind as to send an e-mail to fridaulvegren@gmail.com with your name and adress. (40 SEK/ 5 USD + shipping cost) Don’t forget to specify if you want it in swedish or the translated version in english.

Love and kisses honeybuns!

//High-on-life-insanely-happy-Frida

Know thyself

If you just take out “Cowboy” and read “Frida” instead (and change the “ladies” to “gentlemen” of course), that’s meee! haha!

It’s oookaaay, I can find peace in this. I can just keep on doing a little Shakespeare and sing my little songs and write the greatest books and comics of all time. If you want to hear the song you can visit this blog. It’s where I found it. 😀

Cowboys, they are ladies men all right
They’ll love ’em up and talk ’em up all night
But they’re lonely when there’s nothing else to do
And that’s what makes the cowboys sing the blues.

She does a little Shakespeare and she sings

She plays the mandolin and other things (I’m sure I would if I had a mandolin!)

She looks for love beauty and IQ
And that’s what makes the Frida sing the blues.

Frida has to fall in love, get hurt and all that bit
Let her heart hang out so she can write you all a hit
So gentlemen if she asks you, don’t refuse
Let’s all help the Frida sing the blues.

Frida she don’t ever understand
This thing between a woman and a man
Until she finds the one she always loses
That’s what makes the Frida sing the blues.

A Frida takes her lonely pen in hand
And tries to make somebody understand
But he has ears to hear a different tune
And that’s what makes the Frida sing the blues.

Cowboys have to fall in love, get hurt and all that bit
Let their hearts hang out so they can write you all a hit
So gentlemen if they ask you, don’t refuse
Let’s all help the cowboys sing the blues.

And as a finish, a lovely and oh so true Shakespeare quote for ya. There ain’t no cure a doctor can prescribe for the burden of a heart heavy with guilt.

“Macbeth:
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas’d,
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,
Raze out the written troubles of the brain,
And with some sweet oblivious antidote
Cleanse the stuff’d bosom of that perilous stuff
Which weighs upon the heart?

Doctor:
Therein the patient
Must minister to himself.

Macbeth:
Throw physic to the dogs, I’ll none of it.”

Haha, Macbeth, he’ll have none of it!

Aww, ya gotta love’im.

osammanhängande NovemberFrida?

Nu regnar det i Malmö.

 

Jag har gjort en serie som jag inte lägger upp här.
Inte än i alla fall.
Kanske om ett tag.
När den fått vila lite. Just nu är den för aktuell.

Det har redan slutat regna… 

efter regn kommer solsken. Det vet alla.

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It’s raining in Malmö now.

I drew a comic that I wont post here.

Not yet anyway.

Maybe after some time has passed.

When it’s rested for a while. Right now it’s too current.

It’s allready stopped raining.

After rain comes sunshine. Everybody knows that.