Saturday, February 19, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Don't look back
Shirt: H&M's.
Skirt & ring: Lindex.
Shoes: Björn Borg.
(Happy birthday to me! 21 years old.)
Monday, February 14, 2011
Valentine's day
"Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love."
— Neil Gaiman
When I was a kid, Valentine's day meant chocolates and cheesy movies. Before my ex, I swore it was a stupid tradition and it was invented to make money. Then when I was with my ex, we'd go out for a romantic dinners and we'd give each other gifts. One year we had, actually accidentally, given each other the exact same presents--a teddybear, a box of chocolates and a mix cd (although I made a tape, of course). Everything was cheesy and dandy like in the movies I grew up watching. And now, I don't know. It does make me feel alone, and it probably was invented to make money, and maybe I would rather have a lover to spend it with, but today I am content with having a date with cake and Inigo Montoya, i.e. I'll be watching The Princess Bride. ♥___♥
How I feel about love is an entirely different matter.
— Neil Gaiman
When I was a kid, Valentine's day meant chocolates and cheesy movies. Before my ex, I swore it was a stupid tradition and it was invented to make money. Then when I was with my ex, we'd go out for a romantic dinners and we'd give each other gifts. One year we had, actually accidentally, given each other the exact same presents--a teddybear, a box of chocolates and a mix cd (although I made a tape, of course). Everything was cheesy and dandy like in the movies I grew up watching. And now, I don't know. It does make me feel alone, and it probably was invented to make money, and maybe I would rather have a lover to spend it with, but today I am content with having a date with cake and Inigo Montoya, i.e. I'll be watching The Princess Bride. ♥___♥
How I feel about love is an entirely different matter.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
dream party
My dream party would be in a big garden full of flowers with lights and lanterns hanging from the trees, and there would be wizard cakes and all kinds of yummy treats. It'd be a tea party (only maybe we'd be drinking wine.. too) and it'd be girls only, and we'd all wear pretty dresses and cute hats and golden shoes. We'd dance into the dawn and the party would end running barefoot across fields to watch the sunset, you know, like in Marie Antoinette. The soundtrack would be amazing too, with Lykke Li, She & Him, The Velvet Underground, and lots of 50's and 60's pop.
Inspired by Monki magazine.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
a longing
"You felt no reality, no knife of sorrow cut your intestines to bits. Only a weariness,
a longing for a shoulder to sleep on, and a pair of arms to curl up in." Sylvia Plath
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