västerbron i hate walking on you

one night we decided to take the bus to västerbron and take night pictures and smoke self-rolled cigarettes. with my big hood and the camerastand on my shoulder i felt like the reaper. i thought about BD. all them lovelocks made me sad.

lumen jälkeen tulee pöly joku kiroaa ikkunassa

first a picnic with friends, mainly new ones. i liked approximately all of them.












in the evenings it still gets cold so we escaped to somebody's hobbyroom or something, it felt like being on 8th grade again, playing pingis watching boys make tricks with skateboards, feeling a little bit shy next to the girls with tattoos.





ended the evening at a bar with nice staff and few customers. the new people complimented the photos i'd taken during the night. a few older friends hardly talked to me. somehow i was still terribly well, happy.

independent, bookish, sharp-minded, secretly romantic

today's favourites:
- waking up next to johanna
- wandering around a city alone
- bubbliz-candies
- anna järvinen
- warm enough weather to take off ones jacket
- that david nicholls seems so sympathetic in interviews

he wanted to live life in such a way that if a photograph were taken at random, it would be a cool photograph.

I (!!) managed to organize this year's first picnic and until i shall framkalla my analogkamera pictures i can enjoy iphonepics:

we had much candy and cookies and some wine and coffee as well


i was proud of elin who had a t-shirt that made my finnish heart melt!








i realized that now one survives with one layer of stockings, that i can't play melodica, that being the organizer for a picnic you feel stressed out of the need to socialize with everybody, and that i had some dirty funny teenage years back in the days. thank you all of you many many almost too many people that joined. retake next week!

standing on subway trains, clutching her dress, dependent on her balance, since the walls were useless

the last days in åbo we spent like this:

my mother made her lovely gratinerade musslor-thingy.



edwin and i enjoyed of the one sunny day amongst people who were going nuts at the huge sales.

and the last day i sewed a lot. for example this

was love at first sight at a flee market. however, the prettiness in this i-milk-cows-ness had to be revealed:

so i cropped, cut and fixed and (now i really want to say "voilá!" but i think i am more of a tadaa-person) tadaa! ultimate lazysummerdays-dress.

jag har aldrig haft någon kul vinter sen jag var tolv, tretton år. men man kan ju förstå hur det blir så när vår himmel är färglös, oföränderligt grå

this is what my iPhone tells me i've been up to during the past months. for example seen many ducks freeze, found funny signs, been to an indian restaurant, been shopping with classmates, bought yet another scarf, met some friends.

visst finns det stunder som skiner, ibland kan det kännas okej. men det blir i bästa fall, som på super8band där himlen är färglös, oföränderligt grå

we found that the grey weather worked best at Ruissalo/Runsala and me and Jarno and Edwin talked about psychoactive drugs and about Jarnos broken heart.