Be prepared for life - if you want to start living.
Up up up sa la a a a...
Yes, det blir Uppsala i år igen. See ya there folks.
Puss och kram.
I watch my pictures and remember...
Thailand, 2010
fluffy.
today's feeling; fluffy
Just wants to sleep all day,
watching film after film, sleep, cuddle...
I want to know if you can live with failure - yours and mine
colourgirl.
shine through.
close your eyes
rest your head
fall asleep in my arms
and let me admire the paintings
that will appear on your eyelids
watch the dreams of a beautiful mind
shining through
so I can fall even more
Inlove
Hon ser världen med andra ögon.
Hennes
huvud
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melodi
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Hon
hör
sig
själv
sjunga.
Hon
ser
världen
med
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Förtrollad
av
sin
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situation
glömmer
hon
bort
tid
och
rum.
a short story.
Hi there, my name is Honey. Well, I wish my name was Honey. Whatever. I've been painting some dreams lately, futuredreams. I live in an apartment with three rooms. Two for me, and one for love. Or, the third room is really what most people call the living room.
Music is one of my biggest interest. How can you go through one single day without hearing just a little bit of music? It's everywhere. The beat, the rhythm... Music and movies - love and music. Romeo and Juliet - all the love is making me dizzy, how Romeo felt for Juliet, or what Jack felt for Rose. We surround ourselves with love every day, we listen to the music we adore...
Back to my apartment. It's kinda small. It mostly just contains clothes, stuff and a bed. It's the same thing with the love room. In the living room I have my favourite photographies, colours I like. You see, things that make me happy are the things I put together, in harmony.
Love is all we have to live for. Love is what makes our soul, love is what fills us and love is what’s in my livingroom. 'the you and me room...'
vintage sky.
welcome.
Hoppas de ska trivas på mina fötter i vår. I love them!
I'm a sicko.
hot.
I had you dressed in silhouette.
You told me just to breathe,
but you stole my breath.
. . . .
cause it's morning now and I'm FREE to dance
why, but why
Ibland så undrar man ju vad man håller på med. Varför man gör det. Och ibland så undrar man inte alls, utan bara gör det. Varför gör man så?
Sometimes you wonder what you're doing. Why you do it. And sometimes you don't wonder at all, but just do it. Why do you do that?
invisible.
Natalia Vodianova
"That’s the thing with magic. You’ve got to know it’s
still here, all around us, or it just stays invisible for you."
Label me, define me, cause I do not know who I am.
blonde beauty.
Backius
take what comes. It is liberty to be affected by nothing.
in the middle of it.
I am writing a story. I know my characters. You know those stories where everything is just perfect. Lazy hazy summer days and everyone is peachy, happy, dancing. So happy they don't even see the clouds and oh you just wish you were there with them, in that time and place. You know about the storm, you know it all has to end, you know it, but they don't. How do you fix it, when it's always about a beginning, a middle, and an end?
I sometimes wonder what would happen if the storm never would come. Would we wait forever? But if we waited everytime a storm was coming, would we really ever do anything at all? I want to write things that make people feel - relief - alleviation - ease. I wish to find a way. All we need is the softening, strengthening, love, so when I start writing I go on forever and ever, with no end...
I just can't see how I will ever get there.
The longer you stay with the things you don’t really
enjoy equates to every moment you lose with what
could have been a happier one.
so here I am - standing in your doorway
that something.
"Sometimes when I look at you, and you’re looking back at me, I see something. Something you’re feeling but don't say. When our eyes meet, it’s like we’re instantly connected. And I know no one catches it but me and you. But I kinda like it that way. It’s like our own little secret. A place we go to time to time. Cause it’s when we’re looking at each other in silence that we end up saying the most."
snapshots of my city.
Photos by me.
sundays.
Esther Canadas & Mark Vanderloo
Letting go is growing up.
Have you ever been reminded of something in the past - thinking of every possible way you could have changed it - made it last - made it work? You spend your days waking up, thinking about it, going through your day thinking about it, going to bed thinking about it - hoping and wishing it will come back. Feels like we go through our lives with half our minds thinking about yesterday. But we’re young, we’re alive, we make mistakes...
Letting go is growing up.
I’m holding back these tears in style.
We are born to love as we are born to die, and between the heartbeats of those two mysteries lies tangled undergrowth of our tiny lives. There is nowhere to go but through. And so we walk. Lost and lost again, in the mapless wilderness of love.
"Every word that you express will return to you."
Look in the mirror and realize the love of your life
is looking right back at you.
, , , ,
the sky is full of dreams but you dont know how to fly.
easy life.
the sun is shining - the longboards are swiching by - the trees are getting green - blankets in parks - sunglasses - music - you - me - everything around - easy life, hello welcome!
your thoughts should be noisy and colorful and lively
"If you're alive, you got to flap your arms and legs, you got to jump around a lot, you got to make a lot of noise, because life is the very opposite of death and therefore, as I see it, if you're quiet, you're not living. You've got to be noisy or at least your thoughts should be noisy and colorful and lively."
why [?]
My mom used to say to me;
"You can't have fun all the time!"
And I used to say;
"Why not? Why can't I have fun all the time?"
- Kate Moss
the fun is in having lots to do and not doing it
summerish.
To let myself flow - Is the only way of being
you know that you don't know
Someone once told me that I have a writers soul. I don't really know who he was, or if he was enrolled in a dream, but I kinda took it to me. I've been told that I love to be melancholy, but also when you feel like the only thing in life is writing - is the time you'll become the sadest. I can't forget about this dream, it's been played over and over in my head - I go to bed with it, and I wake up with it - as a gray wire that follows me in everything I do. I never been good in meeting people and then forget about the meeting.
You already know that you don't know ... and that you'll never be able to comprehend. Why would you? Why should I?
I don't know if I look for a reality.
I don't know if I'm me, without you.
I don't know if Emma is just a name.
I don't know
I wonder if you know that once I had my own city, streets of me, my own people, my imaginary language. The past never passes, it just floats - from entering, while we move. I had my own little world and I flirted unconsciously and the beautiful eye is already replaced with another and I can no longer see - what I wanna see, what I know exist.
I follow the star patterns in the sky and talk to the air just as it would be my best friend. So yes, I have a writers soul, and there's nothing I can do about it - I just need to accept it. To live the easy way - or live with heavy thoughts, I never got the chance to choose.
I've always believed in fairy tales.
Fairy tales never change.
They are timeless and you can do
stupid things and still be forgiven
While it doesn't exist,
there is nothing it can't do
girls, i love ya
We'll never be younger than we are tonight.
"Wisdom tells me I am nothing.
Love tells me I am everything.
Between the two, my life flows."
I'm here.
If you think we're worth it
We are worth it
If you think we're worth it
We are worth it
I won't fight it
I will be here
I'll be here
... ... ... ...
beautiful scenarios.
There's something so infinite about sitting in a beautiful place, listening to music, and allowing yourself to freely think and fantasize. It's wonderful, because with an imagination, you are not confined to remembering good times; you can create them in your head. Your mind wanders to beautiful scenarios - you're not there, you're in your own world - and that is infinite...
If it changes your life, let it.
Life’s too short to wake up in the morning
with regrets. So love the people who treat
you right, forget about the ones who don’t,
and believe that everything happens for a reason.
If you get a chance, take it.
If it changes your life, let it.
I'll Put A Spell On You
I've been watching your world from a far. I've been trying to be where you are. And I've been secretly falling apart. Unseen. To me, you're strange and you're beautiful. I'll put a spell on you. You'll fall asleep. And when I wake you I'll be the first thing you see. Sometimes the last thing you want comes in first. Sometimes the first thing you want never comes. But I know that waiting is all you can do. Sometimes.
Aqualung - I'll Put A Spell On You
there’s a shield around the world - it’s invisible & soundless
Pics; edited by me
chaos to order, confusion to clarity
Chaos to order - Confusion to clarity
- A house into a home - A stranger into a friend
Maison Martin Margiela.
beauty.
Look out on life with amazement, not shock. The variety of every person, the beauty, the contrasts, the opportunities. Your gifts, your talents, your friends. You will be knocking on the door of true love, don’t sabotage your life with complaining. Open the eyes in your head, and the eye in your intellect and choose to see the stunning, awesome, beauty of life happening around you right now...
Its a lovley universe in all of us.
What is worth living for, and what is worth dying for?
"There are three questions of value in life...Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for, and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love."
Johnny Depp
I want to know if you can see Beauty - even when it is not pretty
captured.
So you took her hand and she gave a look, that sent you to the moon.
So you took her hand and she gave a look, and there you spoke the words of a gentleman. Can I have this dance with you, can I share this dance with you?
There goes the gal, yeah the pretty bird, on the golden mile that made you feel real. She don't make no big deal. There she sits with them big old fields of daisies and rusty mills. And when the sun shines on her hair of gold, she's beautiful, she's beautiful.
We are one flesh, but separated like stars.
Congrats Emilia, love love love
do you remember when you said you'd never forget this?
Happiness.
four seasons in one day.
you might never know.
You've got a way with words. You've got a way that makes me feel so complicated. Your message meets the floor. The horizon meets your horse and you're deliberating. I'm only clearing my throat. Don't you ever wish for just one thing you might never see. Don't you ever wish for just one thing you might never know. You might never know. The wolves are waiting. Don't you ever wish for just one thing you might never see. Don't you ever wish for just one thing you might never know. You might never know. I'm underground as the words just spin around. And you hunt them down. Try to pin them to the ground. There'll be no sound, as the words just tumble out. And you won't be found by the time you've hit the ground. You've got a way with words, and you might never know.
What happened to no fears?
We come empty handed
And we’re leaving with no more
Still we count our offerings
Building mansions to store
These shivering hands will
Hide me for a while
We can be no heroes
But we can walk this mile
Chasing wind
Chasing tails
What’s the story
Why these tears
Where’s the glory
What happened to no fears?
Aleksander With
'you see things, and you say 'why?'
masterpiece.
"Drop the idea of becoming someone, because you are
already a masterpiece. You cannot be improved. You
have only to come to it, to know it, to realize it."
— Osho
there is nothing in the universe that is not you.
time will tell.
"We either make ourselves miserable, or we make ourselves strong. The amount of work is the same."
Okey. Jag är inne i en fas. "Jag kan inte sluta tänka på livet och meningen med allt, och varför jag fortfarande bor i ett land som Sverige när jag vet att det finns så mycket annat jag vill se och känna". Jag kom hem från min resa, vaknade upp och allt kändes bara så självklart. Men när ska jag egentligen skriva den-där-boken...varför känner jag så mycket som jag tidigare lärt mig att se bort ifrån? Svaren ligger bara i mig själv, det handlar bara om NÄR.
"Everything we need is already there. The challenge is letting go of all our stuff in the way."
Mitt i allt så bokar jag in mig på "Communication & leadership club" så nu ska jag utveckla mina kunskaper som talare. Det låter som ett april-skämt faktiskt, men jag tror på helomvändningar. Jag är livrädd för dem samtidigt. Att skjutas upp i luften och inte ha en aning om vart man landar...
"Angels can fly because they take themselves lightly."
— GK Chesterton
