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What is a summer without bruises?

Yesterday I added a new song to my "breathe" playlist (linked). The list consists of songs that, when you have the feeling that you cant breathe, and everything is going to hell, makes everything better in the 3:58 seconds it takes for the lyrics, base, guitar, drums and voice to pound out of your stereo.

The song I added was "Josefine" by John Olav Nilsen and Kristian Anttila. It is magic.

uniform #2

We go trough life wearing our vintage Levis denim jackets and white converse, camping out on random stairs around town, gossiping and eating ice cream.

she lives life like it is a party

This weekend I went "home" to Stockholm. I love the feeling of knowing this city. Remembering street names, finding a favorite restaurant, to fit in at the club F12 and to be able to laugh at all the tourists. I feel at home.

Speaking of traveling! On Saturday I am moving to Southampton, England!

hope i die virgin

Last night consisted of beer, hight heels (my feet are hurting), the best of friends, and this cute scottish guy. He was a really bad kisser though, so I bailed. What else can a girl do? I love to snuggle.

Listening to: wolf head dress - hope i die virgin (linked)

cave song

(ph. weheartit.com)

WU LYF. (linked)

There is something about this band. I can't explain it. Youth captured in a record consisting of 10 songs. Tunes that makes your hear skip a beat. 10 songs that all creates this feeling of wanting to run away. The feeling of hopelessness. The feeling of being stuck. The feeling that if you just follow your dream, everything will be fine.

Follow that dream.

supa scoopa and mighty scoop

I wish the sun would come back, so I once again cud wear shorts. Showing of your legs is one of the best things about summer. Feeling the war wind against your bare legs and the silk from your new dress flowing against your skin like water. I love it.

Currently listening to: Kyuss (linked).

heaven and stars above

I really need to get myself a new pair of white converse all stars. Yes, these were once white. Hard to imagine, right? Well, after a weekend of running around in the mud they look even more shabby.

I think I will arrange a funeral for them. I just have to get my paycheck first, I can not live whiteout this type of shoes for two weeks. I just can't.