let your eyes grow big and your heart beat full share with me your now and past oh my dear

this is what i found on my second singleusecamera which is from last winter:



i looked very sad, edwin quite wornout, and then there was this beautiful couple with cool shirts


this is oskar and me, oskar is like a big brother, he lives in gdansk nowadays, sometimes i miss him

i also found pictures from last new years eve:







(moral questions: is it okay to publish pictures of your friends drunk? is it okay to publish a picture of two people kissing when now they are not in love anymore?)

then there was the time i went to babasonic because agnes wanted to. it was my first time there, so i decided to look like a poppare to blend in better.



otherwise i'm sure this would've been just one night amongst others but one of the greatest things happened there: i met johanna. but i was of course too shy to take a picture of her.


today i've been reading "never let me go" and i listen to songs like this and this and this.

he was 22 unemployed with a perfect smile on his way to paris no i never asked why

here comes the next part of the interrail:

from prague to wien. in wien we lived with the ever so lovely Nasja who provided us with lovely breakfasts and the softest of beds. here we didn't do much as we both caught a flue and laid in the bed or in the shadow of big a big bush by some random castle most of the time. it was very very cosy though.


from wien we travelled through the alps to verona which was pretty as a movie set.


from there we went to a small city by lake garda. or tried at least. however since there was no way of knowing what the bus stations were called and since no one spoke english we jumped off at the wrong station. it was nice. to be lost in some random tiny town somewhere in italy.


eventually we managed to find our way to where we were supposed to be. our couchhost was fantastically unusual. lake garda was mindnumblingly beautiful.




lake garda was one of my favourite places. to be covered in spf50 and to eat icecream all day. linda could hardly eat half of the icecream, i had no trouble finishing mine.




suddenly we found ourselves in Nice. and Nice was not only nice (har har so skilled with puns i am) but so needed. all we did was lie on the beach and eat pan bagnat.


and we did go out as well. people danced on tables and at the next place we were greeted by this sign ("mind the neighbours! honestly they will throw water on you! and god knows if it's water"). we thought it was a joke but just a few hours later we discovered that it was no joke at all. and that whatever-it-was-it-wasn't-water was the foulest smell ever! but funny it was. hehe. funny tourists provoking them neighbours intentionally.


wien-verona-lake garda-nice part looked something like this. then we took the night train to paris and i was listening to a special song since it suited me perfectly perfectly except for that the "he" should be a "she".

i like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop.

The best place to develop your pictures is crimson by zinkensdamm. today i got digital version of two of my quite old single-use cameras and oh what fun! this is what i found from the first film which i photographed in finland in the spring of 2009:













it was one of the weirdest springs so far. i was detached and not sure if i was very well or completely unwell but in the end what i have left is these pictures and good friends and lost friends and a huge mark on my leg.

you don't need to know what i do all day it's as much as i know watch it waste away

everytime somebody asks me "sowhatdoyoudo" i say "istudyfilmsciencesandimababysittertoo" but so often i would like to add these:

i go on long walks with my boyfriend, wear his hoodie


make indecent stupid jokes with a friend while planning starting to design clothes. in långholmen.


drool for this fantastic horse lamp though it's way out of my budget (but how great would it be having a horse occupying half of my apartment!)



eat porridge+realize to be one of those girls who takes pictures of their breakfast

yeah and then these things too:




(+ eat fuckloads of icecream, watch idol, go to ikea, read many many blogs, listen to podcasts, heat up the coffee left from the morning in the microwave in the afternoon but of these things we do not take pictures, it's not poetic you know. or well the podcast+coffee part was.)

for careers you say you want to be remembered for your art

i have many terribly talented, creative, artistic friends. one of these is a finnish girl everybody calls Lille, and she has finally updated her blog about the opening of her vernissage here in stockholm. so very inspirational, look look! we're all so proud of her!
(the photo is shamelessly stolen from Lille!)

"Live each day as if it's your last", that was the conventional advice, but really, who had the energy for that? What if it rained or you felt a bit glandy? It just wasn't practical.

yesterday me, edwin and susanna went to the fleemarket in aspudden.


it was sunny, my feet were aching of all that walking (sore-after-a-fleemarket-tour is the best pain ever), nice music (i think we knew the other keyboard player, friend of a friend but even that makes you cool if you know someone in the band).
i found these things:

superecological honey, yogamat and one of my superfavouritefilms åhh have this guilty pleasure for dorky hugh grant films i just love them.

some clothes i found as well, a dress i'll make shorter and wear at a wedding, a very strange lace-thingy (this masquerade-philosophy is starting to get out of hands), a normal lace-thingy and a skirt that's short and wide. good things i think, all seven things for 200kr.


today i read that yesterday was probably the last summer-day this year and i think we spent it in the loveliest way possible. in the evening edwin made tacos humming "shoreline" and we watched idols. i was so happy, i still am.

the problem with all these fiercely individualistic girls was that they were all exactly the same

this weekend i spent at popaganda, surfing between different friends. though i was a bit sick i, as a true trooper with the help of painkillers and porridge (i really do love porridge), fixed my hair and wore red lipstick and to summarize the festival:
- arcade fire was fantastic
- lykke li a disappointment
- säkert! was lovely
- midlake a very welcome new acquaintance
- i was penniless and hungry, overdosed on them free dr peppers
- i was once again amazed by how gorgeus people here look

now i will return to my finncrisps and some fantastically overdramatic tv-show.


(and i still quote david nicholls, actually even in real life, when talking. and on friday i got the nicest of compliments as a girl told me that i have the loveliest way of talking, calm, soothing and soft, so i got very flattered and happy and from now on i'll do my best to be talking at all times, to babble out all them quotes i know by heart because i will surely run out of own thoughts terribly quickly, and i will so hold on to that little compliment as well as i ever can, treasure it, even to such an extent that everyone will grow weary of this calm, soothing, soft voice of mine.)

there's a wall and you just run through it

for the past month i've been on multiple, fantastic, mindblowing, lovely, awesome adventures all around europe. therefore no posts because sometimes real life just beats the cyber world.