and i do believe it's true that there are roads left in both of our shoes

oh how this weather is striking right to the bones and it feels like my skin and mind haven't felt this warmth for a decade!

favourites:
spring. walking. nicolina. tootsie. tootsie-memories, walking around eskilstuna, me playing with a camera, her singing polish songs.
I am so well now.
Tonight going to meet up with Emma and design a jacket for her! Wish it was summer already so that two could do it outdoors accompanied by a bottle of red wine.

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wind in the wires it's the sigh of wild electricity i'm on the edge of a cliff surpassing comfort and security

my insecurities were smacked at my face that evening standing in front of that café deciding not to walk in.

deep in this dream i let the compass keep spinning

spring
here
now
please

what is this crystalline water ice doing on the ground when summer is arriving tomorrow at least if one is to believe the clocks.

my hands hidden under my cheeks i think about my day today and yesterday

a walk around the house using photography as an excuse but really getting rid of all evidence of the things you don't want them to know about.

mr muscle, gazing boredly and he checking time did punch me and i sighed and bleeded like a windfall, happy bleedy happy bruisy

self-portraits.



antony and the johnsons was amazing. several times during the concert i found myself standing there and thinking "that's antony hegarty that's antony hegarty" and it felt so surreal that i felt detached from reality.
during the encore i broke into tears as he started playing cripple and the starfish.
the last "encore" was so amusing, antony is so sympathetic. he improvised on the piano and started singing in an odd way that sounded like he was opening his voice and then he divided the audience into two sides: "pom pom pom poooooooo" (low) and "iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiu iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiu" (very high, sounded like a dying dog). Couldn't undress that silly smile off my face.

It was probably the best concert of my life. Thank you Tarleena.

now I cry for daylight daylight and the sun now I cry for daylight daylight everyone daylight in my heart daylight in the trees

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probably the best letter i've ever received.
can't stop smiling.


and no matter how that spring is trying to play coy, i can see clearly that she is finally here.

i have learnt how it goes, what you wait for never shows and what you least wanted holds you down like a stone, just like a stone

it's months if not even over a year since this tiny little tea party avec "a streetcar named desire". the cats never agreed to pose and when they did, they would stick their nose right at the lens. silly chubby cats, liked them almost as much as these people that i spent three years with.

how long can dust wait, ask the moon, but ask him soon

i miss my brother, even though he is one fuck up and an asshole.

as my jaw dropped to the ground, smile smile

i never upload raw-versions of any photos so i decided that there must be a first time also.

i need to learn html and people better. almost equally complex.

post scriptum: antony and the johnsons on saturday. it will take my breath away!

now look, you've made a fool out of love, when all we want is to be enough, when all we want is to feel enough

låt den rätte komma in, towelhead, donnie darko, into the wild, lost in translation, aquatic life with steve zissou, food, staying up so late that it is suddenly early and suddenly noon and you figure that you should go to sleep and so you fall asleep to foals and you wake up four hours later to go to store to buy some icecream for two people.