Mintgreen chiffong skirt

Touch of summer


I've got Instagram. This is some picture from this weekend, when I went to a festival with my favorite boys. 

Generations ago

This town has got the youth of me

Flower power

Cup of tea




Tomorrow I'll jump on the train and head off five hours south to Kramfors to stay with Samuel at his summer home. After that I head to Skellefteå, to kidnap Emil home with me. So, the update are going to be terrible. 


Got my new shoes this morning. Inaugurates them with this outfit.




We are told to remember the idea, not the man. Because a man can fail. He can be caught, he can be killed and forgotten. But 400 years later, an idea can still change the world. I've witnessed first hand the power of ideas, I've seen people kill in the name of them, and die defending them. 

But you cannot kiss an idea, cannot touch it, or hold it. Ideas do not bleed, they do not feel pain. They do not love.  And it is not an idea that I miss, it is a man. A man that made me remember the fifth of November. A man that I will never forget.

Where the waves makes a grave of the sea

Night walk at 03:47