alphaville

"this was always meant to be a shitty time"-emma thompson

art/communicative

making something for my karin. probably(almost yes) going to her summerplace in two weeks! will stay there in 4 days and walk along the coast, eat and read kurt. sleep in lala. god to tests/exams/schoolthings back today with went right down and up again. assumed to my english teacher, my grammar has turned into quite a hell. wondering how. maybe becuause i don't care that much any more and we had to write that dumb test on a computer. write way too many wrong scentences on the computer.

tuggummi

giraffes and a camera through the fences

30 minutes before midnight

my blog is no longer a "try to find nice pictures blog and put them together in a perfect combination." now i's my computer library on the internet. want to go to paris+australia+stockholm+amsterdam+african jungle

painting

i am lying on my bedroom floor, in the dark, listening to classical music. i am happy. feel good. i feel so fit in and well.click here

white/offwhite/graywhite/whitewhite

i can tell you it is summer when i want to wear head to toe light colors.

botanical garden

favorite ed

i will put up all of the stuff in my room obliquely so it will feel like i live in another dimension. i will se everything differently, everyhting will look tilted. whn you walk into my room, you will get another view on the word room. decrotaion. life. language.

the history and she shellfish

my hands isn't blue. there isn't more than a week left of school. i don't need to do anyhting today but do yoga. i doesn't like dried fruit. i don't feel full of spirit and i don't have a life filled with friends and popularity. i am not alone. there will not be a long time till an interesting post.

frick and black again

we're only making plans for nigel. tips me about nice music and nice tumblrs, kind, lovely 110 readers.

paulo and pink

picture1:vogue italiapicture2:don't rememberpicture3:my roompicture four:pretty people
how to waste a sunday

bluur

i am cutting all my clothes into pieces these days. cut of the sleves at my shirts, cut my jeans into shorts, dresses into tops, tops into shorter tops and use the arms i cut of my tees as headband. my mom says i am very acne with all the sharp cuts, but i don't think so. i don't know what i am

le maria chloe

shitttt, what a beauty. wish i had her hair. her stare. her legs.

we accept you one of us.

ph: my bloody nosepaper. yes, i kept it in my wallet for a week.

louise bourgeois is dead. you made me like spiders in the very end.

i want to move out and into an apartment with garden on the roof and a nice floor.

i want to have white sheets everywhere, magazines and books as tables and chairs, and when i want to read one of them, i have to re-create everything so my appartment will look different from day to day. on the kitchen, it will be white mosaic on the walls and a big fridge. there will alaways be tonic and good food here.

kim hiorthøy jeg trenger deg her i kveld.

wanted to make a post with too skinny people. just because it is so much about crystal renn, plussize and heathy ideals these days. but DON'T think i prefer this, but it's beautiful in its own way.

b&w

me

greasy hair+too many pears in my stomach+facebook+miike snow+neil young+massimo leardini(<3)+drawing and wring books+sometwhere in the middle of idontknow