Hur lågt kan man sjunka? Hur kasst kan man må?

My past couple of days have looked a bit like this:

Swag @ kitchen

Just a globe lying around

Ate amazing scones

Pink Green Blue White Red

Figured out how this weird thing worked

Spent the day with Viktor and Pauly in lovely Copenhagen

Swag @ danish square

Danish BK and goats

Well said advert

Swag @ kastrup

Now I'm tired. 

Looking forward to New Year.

Ciao stranger xx

Skins

Nearly done with the third season. Started it two nights ago.
Off to make some green tea and then the last episode.

Sleepless

Looks like someone isn't didn't getting any sleep tonight today

just let them go

When did this become a habit? Going to bed at past four in the fucking morning and doing absolutely nothing?
I guess it's 'cause I sit here and wonder whether I should write what I want to write.
Whether I should tell everyone how I really fucking feel about it.
Fuck it, it doesn't even matter anymore.

I'm really quite looking forward to the so-called new year. Really, it shouldn't make a difference, I will probably be the exact same person at 23.59 on new year's eve and at exactly 00.00 on new year.

So then, why am I looking forward to it? It's because I'm making myself think that this new year will bring new people, new boys and new adventures.

you're an uninvited clown a foolish puppy with a too long tongue

Oh yes, those dancing days are just too genius. I cant believe I hadn't been listening to them in a while.

Anyways: had a shower to clear my thoughts, took a little walk and smoked a stolen cigarette. Today feels a lot easier to cope with. I'm actually feeling rather happy. 

Peace out homies xx

How?

Less than 2 hours ago, I lightly kissed him and tried to warm his cold hands up. I was waiting for him to say something, to tell me how he felt. But he wouldn't. He took so unnecessarily long.

And he put my hopes up.

By not saying anything, he made my stupid head think the wrong things; he made me think that we were maybe just going through a rough patch, that things would work out.

He was acting stupid and wasn't really saying much.

And then it happened.

"It's just not working anymore".

No explanation, nothing at all. I asked him to leave.

On bloody Christmas day? Well, fuck you mate.

Shit fuck fuck

Please don't let it happen. Please, don't let it be over yet.
Damn it, I thought this Christmas would be a good one.
Fuck Sofia, you're so goddamned stupid.
Shit.

lists

Woke up

Soup, water and bread
Fika with wonderful Anne
Icecream and tea
Train
Malmö
Pizza-hut
Walking
Cigarettes
Walking
Train
Hugs
Bus
Haruki Murakami
Now
Happy

I wanna be better than oxygen

changes
-read more
-learn swedish
-55/50
-be lovelier
-use less make-up
-don't lose him
-save money
-study more
-go out for walks
-write more
-drink water
-talk less
-don't be stupid
-don't be obnoxious
-drink more tea
-no chocolate or any other crap
-only secondhand shopping
-eat more veggies
-be happier

la nourriture c'est trés bien?

 

Excuse the bad french and the strange post.


I love taking pictures of the food I'm about to eat, specially if it sort of looks minimalistic, like the food above.
-Green tea, toast with cheese, ham and cucumber.
-Green tea, brie cheese, oranges and gingerbread cookies.
-Water, spoon, cup-a-soup Italian Minestrone (so amazingly good). 


Have a lovely evening, I'm off to read in bed xx