ad-OH-rable!

stuff starts happening the minute you step out of your front door.

i wish it was the other way around, but it isn’t.

there’s three kinds of water:

the dirty kind you leave behind in the bath,

the soft kind that falls from your hat on rainy days

and the cold kind that you refuse to drink when you’re sick

…

and then there’s me, dying in thirst

 

eile käisime rabas ja ma ujusin maikuu(!) viimasel päeval suures, ilusas soojärves.

nii vara pole alustanudki enne vist. minusuguse hüpohondriku jaoks ilmselge eneseületus.

oh, mäletad, kui politsei meid ükskord signaali lastes rajalt maha võttis?

sa mõtled eile ve? oo jaa.

oli üks selline päev meil. igasugu asju mahtus sisse.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“…you know, it may just be a painting, but it’s an idea, and the man behind that idea is what’s interesting.”

-factory girl-

up until yesterday i’d always thought of sienna miller as this gorgeous british chick who had guy trouble and who wore the coolest clothes. my oh my, did she punch me in the proverbial face with factory girl last night! i think everyone should see it and just stop making ignorant comments about gorgeous chicks and clothes.

respect, girl. respect.

a day in the garden is not a day wasted.

so. tonight it’s either take it or break it.

<3