My FIRST BOOK “Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps” OUT NOW! Available through The Official The Glass Child Store , Amazon UK  & US Get my book and physical album signed together with a handwritten letter through The Official The Glass Child Store #socialbar img {border:0px;}#socialbar li img {width:48px; height:48px;}#socialbar li a:hover {position:relative;top:2px;}#socialbar{list-style: none outside none; margin:0px; position: static;}#socialbar li {display:inline;padding-right:2px;}#socialbar{padding:10px;text-align:center;}MY DEBUT FULL-LENGTH “I’d Like To Remain A Mystery” OUT NOW! Click on the picture below to get my album from Itunes! Tell The World Creatures! :) the Glass Child - Charlotte Eriksson by the Glass Child ********************************* #mc_embed_signup{background:#fff; clear:left; font:14px Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; } /* Add your own MailChimp form style overrides in your site stylesheet or in this style block. We recommend moving this block and the preceding CSS link to the HEAD of your HTML file. */ Sign up to get my letters! (function(i){var f,s=document.getElementById(i);f=document.createElement('iframe');f.src='//api.flattr.com/button/view/?uid=theGlassChild&button=compact&url='+encodeURIComponent(document.URL);f.title='Flattr';f.height=20;f.width=110;f.style.borderWidth=0;s.parentNode.insertBefore(f,s);})('flattrbtn');  When I was 18 I moved all on my own from my home in Sweden to London to create the life I wanted to live and find the person I wanted to be. Since then I’ve started my own record label “Broken Glass Records”, produced, recorded and released 4 critically acclaimed albums, was named ”Breakthrough Indie Artist Of The Year” by Lemonade Magazine, been played on BBC Radio, played in New York and toured the UK several times. I released a charity-single for the swedish cancer-organization Ung Cancer, to support young victims of the disease, that reached #2 on the swedish Itunes-chart and has over 500,000 views on youtube. After 2 years in London I packed a bag, took my guitar and spent a year on the road. Homeless but at home because I had no destination and I just wanted to be free. I crashed on couches and went everywhere and nowhere. Spent nights on the concrete, had beautiful conversations with strangers and walked foreign streets every day. I learned how to build my home in my music and my art. When I sing or write, I’m not scared anymore. .. . A story comes alive when it’s being told, and I’m now ready to share mine. In February 2013 I released my debut full-length album and in April I published my first book called “Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps”. T’he book is about my journey on the road the last years, about self-discovery and what it means to live and love and lose. It’s about the belief in art and about wanting to create the world in my own way. I want to prove to people that you can become whoever you want to be, if you just want it bad enough. I’d like to show you that you can turn all those things you hate about yourself, into art. I’d like to turn everything around me into something beautiful - and that’s what this journey is about.  ******************************* new TWTR.Widget({ version: 2, type: 'profile', rpp: 11, interval: 30000, width: 220, height: 300, theme: { shell: { background: '#360c36', color: '#ffffff' }, tweets: { background: '#000000', color: '#ffffff', links: '#c5a9c7' } }, features: { scrollbar: true, loop: false, live: false, behavior: 'all' } }).render().setUser('JustAGlassChild').start(); 
I’m messy and I’m organized and I’m still trying to piece my own self together. I can’t sleep at night because how could I close my eyes when there’s a whole world out there, calling my name, waiting to be exlored. I love intelligent conversations while laying on empty streets at 5am in the morning, and I love watching the sun rise over a world that is still asleep. I make mistakes and I mess up a lot, but I’m trying to learn how to be okay with that. Some days I couldn’t care less about what all of you think about my art because this is my life and all I have. But then there are days when all I want is to be beautiful and good enough and someone to count on. Someone to like and love and believe in. I just really want to mean something to someone. I believe in the future, for I have seen yesterday, and I’m still alive. I laugh a lot and I believe in the beauty in small things, like the coffee in the morning with someone you love, road-trips to nowhere and oceans. I remember every single word from conversations and I have a whole box of unsent letters to myself and every person I’ve ever met. I’m mostly insecure, but I believe that if you want something bad enough, you can always find a way to get it. I still don’t know where I’m going, but I’m on my way, and I’m giving my life to this journey. I wanted to turn my life into art, my very existence into a poem. It’s been a beautiful fight - and it still is. ************************************ Amazon.com Widgets Tumblr (3.0; @theglasschild)http://theglasschild.tumblr.com/<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/602ec2c963ef678121bf109a1c10e26c/tumblr_mom06p1BYf1qcvheoo1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p><span>I’m alive and Berlin is on fire! No, literally, I’m sweating my ass off and I wish I could go swim in ice. I’m also falling in love with every single building here. I wish I could live in them all.</span></p> <p><span>And thank you all for your beautiful messages today, that’s what gives me courage to face my fears. And what better way to end the day than to see that I’m the <a href="http://rumorednightspress.com/post/53260291213/band-of-the-week-the-glass-child" target="_blank">Band Of The Week</a> at </span><a href="https://www.facebook.com/RumoredNightsPress?directed_target_id=0" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/page.php?id=122172477949537&extragetparams=%7B%22directed_target_id%22%3A0%7D" target="_blank">Rumored Nights Press</a><span>!</span><br/><span>Gute nacht y’all :)</span></p>http://theglasschild.tumblr.com/post/53308556971http://theglasschild.tumblr.com/post/53308556971Tue, 18 Jun 2013 23:08:50 +0100the glass childcharlotte erikssonberlinband of the week<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/a0984c8f95aea325e5d7ade531e1f0b3/tumblr_mobe39izGl1rs8cz3o1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p><span>Gustav Klimt, </span><em>Music</em><span>, 1895</span></p>http://theglasschild.tumblr.com/post/53308024900http://theglasschild.tumblr.com/post/53308024900Tue, 18 Jun 2013 23:01:37 +0100“I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn’t know who I was - I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I’d never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn’t know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn’t scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.”<br/><br/> - <em>Jack Kerouac, On the Road</em>http://theglasschild.tumblr.com/post/53306255331http://theglasschild.tumblr.com/post/53306255331Tue, 18 Jun 2013 22:37:41 +0100“But why think about that when all the golden lands ahead of you and all kinds of unforseen events wait lurking to surprise you and make you glad you’re alive to see?”<br/><br/> - <em>Jack Kerouac, On the Road</em>http://theglasschild.tumblr.com/post/53297910925http://theglasschild.tumblr.com/post/53297910925Tue, 18 Jun 2013 20:45:51 +0100<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/0994773e706c8753b330958396032db0/tumblr_mokzpaLgXo1qcvheoo1_500.png"/><br/><br/><p><span>Flying to Berlin like what up Sweden’s here!</span><br/><span>Adios UK, stay in trouble!</span><br/><br/><em><span>“I was surprised by how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.”</span></em><br/><em><span>— Jack Kerouac, On the Road</span></em></p>http://theglasschild.tumblr.com/post/53266221129http://theglasschild.tumblr.com/post/53266221129Tue, 18 Jun 2013 10:00:47 +0100the glass childcharlotte erikssonlondonberlinjack kerouacon the road<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/dcfd7189be4e27c54bfe165ce13850d1/tumblr_moi1qyIimL1qcvheoo1_400.jpg"/><br/><br/>http://theglasschild.tumblr.com/post/53257672426http://theglasschild.tumblr.com/post/53257672426Tue, 18 Jun 2013 06:33:32 +0100<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/4a5d0f840ccd75ab53f2857d35914c5b/tumblr_mok5lyO32G1qcvheoo1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/>http://theglasschild.tumblr.com/post/53227168896http://theglasschild.tumblr.com/post/53227168896Mon, 17 Jun 2013 23:10:46 +0100the glass childcharlotte erikssonmy writingsjournalslondonberlinnew adventure“Love her, love her, love her! If she favours you, love her. If she wounds you, love her. If she tears your heart to pieces – and as it gets older and stronger, it will tear deeper – love her, love her, love her!”<br/><br/> - <em>Charles Dickens, Great Expectations</em>http://theglasschild.tumblr.com/post/53223286564http://theglasschild.tumblr.com/post/53223286564Mon, 17 Jun 2013 22:18:43 +0100<p><span>i feel like tall people at concerts have everything they want in the world</span></p>http://theglasschild.tumblr.com/post/53223094700http://theglasschild.tumblr.com/post/53223094700Mon, 17 Jun 2013 22:16:09 +0100<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/8622bd23fdc50d6c6c12dc028db97c4b/tumblr_moi1t7PhjF1qcvheoo1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/>http://theglasschild.tumblr.com/post/53220941256http://theglasschild.tumblr.com/post/53220941256Mon, 17 Jun 2013 21:47:42 +0100“Wisdom consists in doing the next think you have to do, doing it with your whole heart, and finding delight in doing it.”<br/><br/> - <em>Meister Eckhart</em>http://theglasschild.tumblr.com/post/53204143375http://theglasschild.tumblr.com/post/53204143375Mon, 17 Jun 2013 17:50:17 +0100“I wanted to walk in the hills at night and get as close to the moon and stars as I could. I wanted to lie in the dark grasses of the canyon and listen to the wind play them like the strings of a guitar. I wrote poetry from the time I could write. That was the only way I could begin to express who I was, but the poems didn’t make sense to my teachers. They didn’t rhyme. They were about the wind sounds, the planets’ motions, never about who I was or how I felt. I was this mind more than a body or heart. My mind photographing the stars, hearing the wind.”<br/><br/> - <em>BABY BE-BOP</em>http://theglasschild.tumblr.com/post/53188656916http://theglasschild.tumblr.com/post/53188656916Mon, 17 Jun 2013 12:22:53 +0100“And every day I’ll try<br/> to do one thing I like,<br/> in memory of being happy.”<br/><br/> - <em>Franz Wright, from “Father Roger Goes for a Walk”</em>http://theglasschild.tumblr.com/post/53182923579http://theglasschild.tumblr.com/post/53182923579Mon, 17 Jun 2013 09:18:28 +0100<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/ccd6a19fc656bc3e8edb3080976abd5e/tumblr_ml9yw7bsB21r5emn5o1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/>http://theglasschild.tumblr.com/post/53180856911http://theglasschild.tumblr.com/post/53180856911Mon, 17 Jun 2013 08:21:34 +0100<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/11010aee9114ab8179df23cb238882f7/tumblr_moi1rfgn111qcvheoo1_400.jpg"/><br/><br/>http://theglasschild.tumblr.com/post/53179581053http://theglasschild.tumblr.com/post/53179581053Mon, 17 Jun 2013 07:51:41 +0100“Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.”<br/><br/> - <em>Charlotte Brontë, <em>Jane Eyre</em></em>http://theglasschild.tumblr.com/post/53149205521http://theglasschild.tumblr.com/post/53149205521Mon, 17 Jun 2013 00:16:52 +0100<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/5e3881370aad6915d581d0f2754288e2/tumblr_mgvvp6SZWh1r1vfbso1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/>http://theglasschild.tumblr.com/post/53140610596http://theglasschild.tumblr.com/post/53140610596Sun, 16 Jun 2013 22:16:46 +0100“The only people I would care to be with now are artists and people who have suffered: those who know what beauty is, and those who know what sorrow is: nobody else interests me.”<br/><br/> - <em>Oscar Wilde</em>http://theglasschild.tumblr.com/post/53116200494http://theglasschild.tumblr.com/post/53116200494Sun, 16 Jun 2013 16:25:03 +0100<iframe width="400" height="225" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IJBH9nmt3fM?wmode=transparent&autohide=1&egm=0&hd=1&iv_load_policy=3&modestbranding=1&rel=0&showinfo=0&showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br/><br/><p><strong>Last Hope - Paramore (Acoustic cover) The Glass Child</strong></p> <p><em><span>Here’s a new little video to enjoy with your morning coffee, and to make this Sunday a bit more cozy. This summer-rain outside my window sounds like the sweetest music :) </span></em><br/><em><span>I hope you like it! x</span></em></p>http://theglasschild.tumblr.com/post/53094993236http://theglasschild.tumblr.com/post/53094993236Sun, 16 Jun 2013 10:48:00 +0100paramoreparamore acousticlast hopelast hope acousticthe glass childcharlotte erikssonacoustic cover<div class="post_title small">“ <p>They told me,<br/>that I was meant for the cleaner life,<br/>that you would drag me through the mud.<br/>They said,<br/>that you would tread,<br/>all over me,<br/>that they could see right through you,<br/>that you were full of hot air,<br/>that I would always be chasing<br/>always watching you,<br/>disappear after sleeker models<br/>that it would be a vicious cycle.</p> <p>But I know better.<br/>I know about your rough edges<br/>and I have seen your perfect curves,<br/>I will fit into whatever spaces you let me.<br/>If loving you means getting dirty,<br/>bring on the grime,<br/>I will leave this porcelain home behind.<br/>I’m used to twice a day relationships,<br/>but with you,<br/>I’ll take all the time.</p> <p>And I know we live in different worlds,<br/>and we’re always really busy<br/>but in my dreams, you spin around me so fast<br/>I always wake up dizzy</p> <p>So,<br/>maybe one day,<br/>you’ll grow tired of the road,<br/>and roll on back to me.<br/>And when I blink my eyes into morning,<br/>your smile will be the only one I see.</p> ”</div> <div class="post_body">— <em>Toothbrush to the Bicycle Tire </em>by Sarah Kay</div>http://theglasschild.tumblr.com/post/53086767956http://theglasschild.tumblr.com/post/53086767956Sun, 16 Jun 2013 08:08:54 +0100