31-10-11
Okey, so my day could have started a little bit better than it actually did. I spent the first couple of hours in the emergency room, trying to figure out why I woke up with a face swollen, like it belonged to someone with a weight of 250 pounds. But it didn't, probably an allergic shock somehow broke out and my whole body was covered with some kind of rashes. Anyways, it's gone now and right in the writing moment, i'm sitting in the kitchen having some chocolate and caughting up some of the Gossip Girl episodes I've missed. Love it!
Tomorrow, I'll get up early, even though it's vacation for this week, and have some of my driver's classes. Trying to get my license before Santa's knocking on the door!
A year ago, pumpkincarving for Halloween!
I choose see-through
+ Sovmorgon
+ Shopping och lunch med mamma & morfar
+ "The time" på bio
+ Häng framför filmen 17 again!
Days like this;
Woke up with an awful headache and I'm coughing like hell. I probably got it from mom, who has had since saturday morning. Right now I'm laying in bed, listening to music and going through some pictures. I shouldn't be doing it, makes me very sentimental and emotional. I got home from Germany like three weeks ago, and we had a blast. Days like this I just wanna take the first plane down and see her again. It's really hard to explain the relationship between us, though we lived together for almost a year in very special circumstances and all of a sudden, we're not doing that anymore. Some days it feels empty, even though it was 5 months ago I left Swanville where we were staying, I should have been used to it by now, but I'm not. She was the one I always had around me, for good and bad. She was the one I was sharing bed with, clothes with, sad moments with, happy moments with. We did basically everything together, all the time. And when you're not doing it anymore, and even live that far away from each other, a weird feeling is coming, I can't explain.
While I was in Germany, visiting her, we did our tattoo's together. Like I showed you some weeks ago, it's in my neck, saying: "Not the fruit of experience, but experience itself, is the end". She has the same one, on her right scapula. And that's a symbol for what we went through together. The meaning of it is quite simple but hard to put down into words, but I'll give it a try:
After all, it's not just the fruit (which is a product of something that has been growing) that matters, it's the whole process where you learn something everyday, and that's the experience that matters.
I love you!
What a beautiful day!
Kofta: Tiger of sweden, klänning: marknad på Rhodos, skärp&väska: vintage,
sjal: H&M, stövlar: Hunter
I have marked myself for life
(Guld)fynd!
Det vankas Tyskland! I morgon eftermiddag sätter jag mig på planet med destination Frankfurt!
Det blir en helg med härliga människor, god mat, trevliga dagar och galna nätter! Inför helgens bravader, fick dessa två fantastiska ting bli mina.
Veckans kap får definitivt bli denna godingen. Fyndades i en liten vacker vintage-butik till ett ännu vackrare pris. En vit Chanel-väska från 70-talet!
Skorna kommer från Raglady!
