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I can't belive I'm actually getting a bag from S&P. It's the bag of my dreams. It will probably be the first of my dreams NOT coming true in an airplane. I've had three dreams coming true. See a cockpit by night. Have a conversation with a pilot. See an Airbus A380. They all happened in an airplane. My other three dreams is getting accepted into UWCSEA, fly a piper and get accepted into UWCSEA and move to Singapore!

Still trying to figure out what's with Singapore. . . just a town I fell inlove with. Marina Bay. Gosh.

I just want it to be summer and I just want to make it to UWCSEA so I can have summer for two years.

I hate the climate in this god damned country. . .

The freedom. The freedom when you're running over a field with a camera in your hand. And you take pictures that are out of focus. ♥

My too lovely John Lennon's my dear friend Emmie got me for christmas. -3 degrees outside in a tee and a lot of love.

So, I didn't get my happy sleep. I had this weird inception dream that I dreamt that I was raped. In the dream I tried desperatly to wake up because I knew it was just a dream and so I did I woke up with the thought "Well that was one heck of a dream"

I'm still alive, fiy. As you've probably noticed by now.

Have to say I love these pictures. It's all S&G preparing for winter while I can't wait for spring to start blossom. I'm glad there's no snow, I'm off to Sälen, a Swedish skiresort to ski some and that is the only days snow is fine. But it's still cold and I still feel like dying when it's all windy. .  I'm a februarykid but I'm just really not a winterhuman and that's the reason why I'm moving to some country in the middle of the world.

We danced over the field until dawn broke, we jumped over seven different pastures and picked seven different flowers. I already knew what I was going to dream about, I already knew my destiny. I was aimed to sail with her wings, through the storm until we sailed a long way over the clouds and until the moon was so bright it lit up my whole airway for thousands of miles, until I was so close to the stars . . . All I had to do was reach out my hands to touch them!

I'm dreaming away to nowhere with contrymusic and pictures on my 11" laptop.

I need to find that golden place I can really call nowhere.  That one single place in the world I know nothing and nothing knows me. I think under the phoenix starsky would be my perfect nowhere. And then when I found that nowhere, somewhere . . . I want to find that nobody to be the only one I would bring to my nowhere. I want to dance in the desert with only some pieces of garbage on my body. I want to feel as free as when I fly, I want to feel that free with my feet on the ground. I miss breathing.

When I see the pictures from Spell and the Gypsy I think of these words "Youth novels" which happens to be Lykke Li's most awesome album ever.

I want to do this very great photoshoot this summer, with a lot of inspiration from Spell & the gypsy. And I want to paint my room in a nude tanned colour and put up a giant DIY dreamcatcher so I'll never have no more nightmares. And I want to put up the words "I Can Fly" on my roof.

If I'm a lucky fellar and I get in to that flightcamp I'm applying for, by the end of the summer I will actually be able to fly. For real. To fly. A real airplane.

Such beautiful girl and such beautiful girl. Event though I have some kind of crush on monochrome I want to be pink, red, yellow, purple, green, blue. . . I want to be everything this summer! And I've decided for 2012 to become perfect because that's exactly what we naive teenagers do at cold winters, isn't it? We give new year promises as never hurt anyone, get the perfect body, stop biting our nails, not fight with any teachers. We are still children with wild fantasies. We are crossing the states with the perfect boy with that perfect long brown hair and a beard he's been growing for ten hours and oh dear, those very uncommon catgreen eyes and colgate teeth. He even has the same taste in music as you have, that's why destiny decided to bring you together. Your car engine stops in the middle of death valley 2am and you end up kissing under the ocean of stars. You have that very best friend that keeps your secrets no matter what, she has the perfect hair and you're totally jealous of it. You own that perfect pair of jean and you dye your hair in some silly colour to regret it three minutes later.

And oh damn all you do wish for is those Jeffrey Campbell shoes and for the time to go faster so you can grow up and do whatever you want.

Who feelin jelly? Rihanna is so beautiful. Her style is a-mazing. Her hair is to die for, well I would change hairstyle three times a week if I could afford it . . . and she's actually the only celebrity with a badass attitude I appreciate. Somehow. It's not very me-ish to like people like Rihanna, but I don't know. She's got a bright-side of the whole bad-ass attitude. And the songs "we found love" and "You da one" are just so great. Yo da one makes me happy.