Camisas

Guy-shirts are probably a big part of my wardrobe. They are also very cheap if bought second-hand and great to wear with just a pair of black jeans. The first three, I got at Erikshjälpen and the last two at a flee-market a couple of summers ago. I really don't know what I'd wear most days if shirts like these didn't exists.




Anyways, I'm dead-tired right now since mom dragged me around IKEA the whole day, so I'm off to bed (yes, it's a friday night, whatever) to read some shitty book for school.

see you later x

mistakes mistakes

Sorry for the terrible blogging, but don't give up on me. I haven't been able to produce any pictures/writing that are/is actually worth looking at/reading. Maybe later tonight, or tomorrow morning. Yeah?

adeu xx

Why don’t you do right, like some other men do?

Just got these babes in the mail for about 240 swedish coins. WESC Bongo they call 'em.

Anyways, Fred spent the night and I had a lovely time. We talked, I cried, she hugged me while I poured my heart out and told me I had all the time in the world to get over it. She's so wonderful. So lovely.

Now I'm waiting for daddy to come and pick me up to have lunch at his place.
Have a good day
xx

crushed

I don't know how well the pictures show how I'm feeling. To say the least, emptiness fills my chest and actually physically hurts me. No matter how hard I try, it stays there.

On the very first day of the year, I spent about 2 hours talking to my mother about how I'm feeling right now. You would have thought it helped, but saying things out-loud made it all much clearer in my head. And all those thoughts keep me awake at night, steal my appetite and make me feel so helpless.

If this is how my year will be, I guess all I can do is wait. Wait and see. Wait and forget.
2012 is a leap year. From today, 2nd of January, I have 364 days to go.

MMXII

Hmmmm, I really can't be bothered to try and show you all how interesting and marvelous and great my life is (notice the sarcasm), so all you'll get today is a "happy new year".

/s

00.50

I haven't been reading much lately, but I've started writing in a little book my lovely brother got me for christmas.
I'm half way through Murakami's South of the Border, West of the Sun. It's quite wonderful actually, Murakami writes amazingly well.

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.