oh shit, it's monday tomorrow....

i have forgotten my inspiration diary (my sketch book)at school, so i'm a bit sad, now i need to take pictures of everything and all... other kind of moment chatching...

cyff

today was a huge shopacolic day but i just bought well-priced things like two faux mink collars... (here you can see my brown one...)

the meadowlark singing to you each and every day. the arc line on the hillside and the market in the hay.

big, big coat crush.

don't believe a word that i haven't heard...

+++
daul kim at her best.

by me///

random monsters called cats, all other than lowbrow.

she's whether scratchy nor suave
but she's the secret head of all your beds.
she's not shrouded though knowone saw her face...

the innocent is still white...

white clover and a beautiful maxi dress from chloé s2010.

a lonely girl+my lonely parka+a lonely back=the complementary concentrated collective loneliness.

"now it's could" she said and tipped at her heart. it's cold inside and outside, that's the reason why i'm so dry, i'm not really here anymore, it's just my body which is here... i need a warm fire which can take my soul back home. be my warm fire. i need someone who can hold me.

today i live in my own utopia

what i wore:
cream coloured long johns, a xxxl diesel flanell shirt, caramel coloured wild leather boots, my triangle cardigan and a camel coloured parka with a fur hood.

koltrast

koltrast

want that jumper, want those boots.

what i wore, nov. 1.09 and nov. 2.09

her fragile bones show you the leftovers from last night...

we were the suicide sisters at halloween.
(i wear black tights and an old benetton man jumper)

let the loom gale tumble your hair and everything will be awesome.
let the loom gale tickel your minde and everything will be awesome.

lovely hiking boots, now i need a flat pair too.

i am the one hiding under your bed
teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red.

i am the one hiding under yours stairs
fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair.

i am the shadow on the moon at night
filling your dreams to the brim with fright.

boys and girls of every age wouldn't you like to see something strange? come with us and you will see... this, our town of halloween.

what i wore today, oct. 29.09

i understand almost all when i'm drawing while listening, so i have drawn me today.
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the 'real' cardigan you can see here!!! + the thought of a drawing by fräulein zucker interpreted me to draw this.

ma'am welcome in my hood...

frauenzimmer wanna have a dip into my bag, so have a look...

what i have always with me is a water bottle,
also with me at the moment are the infamous panserbjørne iorek byrnison,
my leopard wallet,
a marble,
the current vogue and many more things.

now i wanna see the bag content from 10.17, beesandballons, bunt, butterknollenblume, cheap thrills, codyjune, dictionaries and daydreams, glitter is the new black, it's your granny, justanotherteenager, kleine diva in paris, milchwolke, netta's diary, rosarot, schwebebucht, thrills & frills, two breads, please? and wir sind leoparden.

"it's just hard," harry said finally, in a low voice, "to realize he won't write me again."

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i dig those pair of shoes.

du är inte klok madicken

i feel like madita on this.
madita was always one of my favourites of astrid lindgren stories because she looks like a pretty girlygirl but she isn't, i always liked this.

it's could and we wear jumpers. that's the main statement.

where the wild wolves bluster her own little melodys, where the wild wolves prance over the old tree trunks...

i'm on this great collage from butterknollenblume.

h&m

i'm so into norwegian jumpers, thick socks, fluffy cardigans, comfy dresses and knited leggings.
yeah i know, the surreptitious advertising and i.

ohh i want to die with you...

i need that mascara for halloween.

ich schnappe nach der luft, ich greife nach den wolken...

ich schnappe nach der luft um nicht zu ertrinken,
ich greife nach den wolken um nicht zu fallen.
ich atme um zu sein,
bin um zu atmen.
ich lebe und zwar nur für mich.

pure, that's how i feel when i'm ill. it's like another dimension, another space. it's like hover.

strange, this mary, she leaves the room, yet remains, she lingers on. something stirs me to think of her. i think of her.

what happens with us just before we fall asleep?

i need a few days break 'cause i feel a little sick (sore throat and so...)