mist.

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.

Some pictures from a few weeks ago... Melon ice cream, easter egg, flower bouquets thrown away outside a cemetery, someone's balcony, pink nail polish, first blossoms.

winter has only begun.

autumn is long gone.

Regarding my previous statement, it was actually meant less lyrical and romantic than the way it sounded. I see the world blurry. Most of the time... But oh, you guys are sweet.

such a perfect day. isn't it?

Things I can not stand: people who regard Brokeback Mountain as that "gay cowboy movie". Please, will you shut up?

how soon is now.

I can never be entirely happy for right now. Something seems to be not completely right in the present. Do you ever feel this way? The past is always sweeter. Perhaps because I tend to forget it wasn't always that way. But... What's happiness? I immerse myself in nostalgia from times to times, I do it incessantly. I do a lot of shopping, too.

he.

Happy Birthday, love.

little things and dead wings.

Today.

summer haze.

sailor.

hello, goodbye.

So much wind these days.

bored.

because dandelions aren't weeds.

It was lovely today, not really that sunny, but warm and colourful.

danish spring, you let me down.

...not today, though... But most of the time.