i lie, i love you too.

lyssnar på beach boys vilket är en perfekt start på en dag som ser ut att stöpas i samma mönster.

pumpkin.

everyday is like sunday.

when i passed you in the doorway

trade your hero for a breakfast.

farewell to the fairground.

i miss my brother.

not seeking shelter from no god-forsaken storm

saturday//sunday with diana+ lens.

ain't no sunshine when she's gone.

So, went to a fashion show, that my friend participated in, this evening. These photos just happened to happen while I was adjusting the settings, but I must say I like them. (A shame though that the dress wasn't sharp, because it was one of the best ones, in my humble opinion) Will probably upload some more photos later, but they will need some editing. 

there she goes a little heartache.

outside my window at 4 pm. haven't seen the sun for an eternity (atleast it feels that way)

up to the platform of surrender.

sunday. gloom. tonnes of homework+dirty dishes.

you don't have to say, what you did.

Grandmother's house, July 2009.

du kan väl önska dig nånting

Photos by me.

i can't see why you'd want to live here.

When I get a lot of things on my to do-list, I panic and then I simply can't make myself do anything that will recude the list. This apartment for example has grown awfully messy just over the weekend, and my lack of concentration when it comes to schoolwork is ridiculous. On the other hand, I am doing something; drinking milk and watching star wars. (Unfortunately that's not on my list.)

just don't know what to do with myself

So here's the last twenty-four hours: Spent the afternoon down in the basement doing laundry, watched the 1st and 2nd episode of star wars and got a peek hole through the door. With that said; not much has happened.

newspaper word cut outs

I dreamt about you tonight, and then loathed the alarm more than ever when it went off.
I tried to fall back asleep. But by then you were already gone.

"you're pretty when i'm drunk

and i'm pretty fucking drunk"

and angels fall without you there.

RIP.

re:stacks.

OK, so now there's less than 24 hours left of 2009 and it looks like it will be a lot of fun. Though everybody seems kind of obsessed with what to wear and blah blah and I haven't even considered it, right now I feel like a clean t-shirt would be a big effort from my side..

destination unknown.

Feeling ridiculously nostalgic this tuesday night//wednesday morning. Don't know if it's that healthy though.

cobrastyle.

Will give you a decent update later. Until then: merry xmas.