locks are like longing; an everchanging thing and keys are just clouds made of metal and spark

lately:

i had a semla-afternoon with edwin. i was halfway through mine when he finished.

read the nicest of books. even at a bar. for hours. surrounded by tens of friends. started crying too.


eaten eggs. i cook mine for 12 minutes at least.


gotten birthdaypresents and bought heels that i cannot walk in.


had a birthdayfika with some of my favourites and that deserves nothing less but a dorky collage!