red cups

 

Sorry if I haven't updated much this week. This is kind of what my weekend looked like, a goodbye party for an American friend of mine. Met loads of lovely people and had a great time, beer-pong is now a favorite. Hopefully your weekend was great too, 

Au revoir x

Money money money money money

The Drums in Lund in March and I will definitely be there to sing Money and all their wonderful songs at the top of my lungs.


My life is complete.

Hope you had a lovely day x

This morning

Had a marvellous burger for breakfast and wearing this pretty shirt bought at Erikshjälpen yesterday. 

Have a good day x

I've been sleeping for forty days and yeah, I know that I'm sleeping cause this dream's too amazing

 

1. The mother when she was 20 years old

2. Knee socks and polka dot tights from BikBok 

3. They come undone every once in a while...

4. hIPst3r 4 lyfe 

5. Lund 
6. Secondhand shirt and sweater 

Today was a good day. I thought I had lost my house keys but good thing some wonderful person found them and returned them to the school's caretakers. Thank you, whoever you are. You deserve to live 999999 years of pure happiness and love.

See you later, alligator x

The Green Eiffel Tower

 


Still awake relatively late, without mentioning that I was up at exactly 05.46 in the morning. Anyways, I'm over at the father's right now and since there's a poster of the splendid Eiffel Tower, I took some pictures in front of it. You can't really see it, which fails slightly, but it's there, so that should count.  

I'm off to bed now.  
Good night world.

A storm

Picture taken about 30 minutes ago. Dalby was completely dark, and the only light in this picture was from a car going by a few meters away. No editing whatsoever, directly from the camera.

I hope that everyone also thinks this storm is just so wonderful. Too bad the light's back on in my little village, I thought it was all quite cozy. 

Lemon and honey

Sad loser staying at home on the 26 of November, a Saturday night. It's rather lovely, so don't be dissing. Tea with lemon and honey are my companions tonight. That and probably The Catcher in the Rye or some film.

Oh an by the way, where is the snow goddamned Sweden? It's nearly December and not a single snowflake has fallen.

Peace out homies

Carrots

She was 21 when she first saw him. Standing there, close to the carrots and all those vegtables she never liked. God, those reminded her of all the terrible times she shouted at her mother because she didn't want to eat the "green" bits in the her dinner.

He was nothing like any other guy she had seen before. "There's something about him" she thought "Fuck, now I'm talking like one of those good-looking girls in those cheesy chick-flicks". 

Maybe it was the fact that he was having a hard time deciding whether to pick some carrots from France or Spain, or at least that's what it looked like from where she was standing. He looked rather bothered by it and out of the blue, Karen went up to him and asked if he needed help.

And that was their first conversation, discussing whether carrots from Spain or France were better, even if she had hated veggies since she was a little child. As they talked, she noticed how he looked rather tired and smelt badly of cigarettes and beer. She wondered if he had been out all night and was grocery shopping because he had nothing in his fridge. "What the actual fuck" she thought to herself while he babbled on about his carrots "Why would it matter if he was out last night and now wants some carrots?" Ah, Karen was strange sometimes.

His name turned out to be Samuel. Sadly, she didn't know that this name would 2 years later cause her so much pain.

Le petit project?

I had a proper camera for about a day and a half till the arquitect brother took it away. And all I managed to take were a couple of good pictures and a bunch that I can't really do much with since they're all retarded. But today, I had some impossible homework to do, so I procrastinated instead and did this little video with wonderful music from The Drums. Enjoy.(The homework is still undone by the way)

さようなら x
 

A perfect state of mind

 

What does a good state of mind feel like? And what must one feel to feel alright?

I guess things are kind of normal nowadays and I feel alright. So does normal mean a good state of mind? Ahh, whats normal anyways? Nothing is.
But anyways, I don't think I can really ask for more, I guess I kind of have everything I need to be alright. But why exactly do I sometimes feel like I don't have what I need? It's a sad story really, because (I can guess) I'll never understand. And neither will you if you ever feel like i do, because things sometimes spin the other way around and you're just not happy.

Hope you had a good day,

Arrivederci