siesta! II







siesta! I











rhubarb hippie drink

same, same but different

black ocean



cuddle III




cuddle II




inspiration wave IX
cuddle I




kick off




chicas II




chicas


one two three four
strawberry diaquiries



with signe.festival24

lars and ola


deadly

i'd give you all this and heaven






inspiration wave IIX
challenge accepted
1. in what do you feel nice?
i don't have a favourite piece of clothing or anithing like that, i mostly just feel nice being me.

2. what do you wish you could do better?
singing, maybe. there's a lot of things i want to be absolutely amazing it but since singing might come in handy while playing the guitar or the piano a kick-ass singing voice wouldn't be too bad.
3. are you in love?
nope, but i'm seeing a very great man, who will remain anonymous.
4. do you have any suprising talents?
there's loads of them, but in general no one believes that i'm a really bad ass cook even though i'm absolutely terrific in the kitchen!
5. best food right now?
the rhubarb pie waiting in the kitchen!
6. what's the meanest thing anyone's ever said to you?
i really can't think of something. at all. ...and now i've scanned my brain. i have an ability to repress when people have been mean, the extremely few times that happens. i must say i am surrounded but extremely great, beautiful people.

7. what is the worst nightmare you have ever had?
this is a dream that returns to me a couple of times per year and have done since i was about seven years old. so in this dream i am with my younger brother and my mother and i am about four years old. there are a few other people with us as well but these vary from time to time. every one of us is sitting on the floor in a tiny, tiny hut with nothing but an old oil lamp to light up the dark. around us the wind is whipping the tiny hut and salty water splashes fly in through the unglassed windows. the thing is that this tiny hut is based on top of nothing but three pillars, in the middle of the ocean and beneath this hut alligators, sharks, killer whales - and every other scary creature a seven year old might be scared of - are circling. the worst thing about this dream isn't the scary water creatures beneath us. no, the worst thing of all is that on one is saying anything at all. everything is just silent. apart from the wind.
scary as fuck.
8. what colour is your front door?
one of those ordinary, woody doors with a metal mail drop.
9. who are the three people who inspire you the most?



10. is there anyone that always makes you happy?

signe.
11. last think you said out loud?
"inte ens google kan berätta vad tabuera betyder. du får lösa korsordet själv, mor." (wich means: not even google can tell me what "tabuera" means. you'll have to solve your crossword by yourself, mother.)
i challenge:
catarina seixas, katarina ratcliffe, rebecca fexby and whoever wants to.
saft

superheroes vs supervillains














domedagsfestivalen III






domedagsfestivalen II





domedagsfestivalen I






eating out II





art class III

eating out


guess who

home is where ever i'm with you

school



parkhäng III



parkhäng II



parkhäng I



budapest, the city where no one knows english V










shoes on the danube promenade



budapest, the city where no one knows english IV






budapest, the city where no one knows english III







budapest, the city where no one knows english II







budapest, the city where no one knows english








kossuth zsuzsanna szakképzó iskola és kollégieum tornacsarnoka V






kossuth zsuzsanna szakképzó iskola és kollégieum tornacsarnoka IV







kossuth zsuzsanna szakképzó iskola és kollégieum tornacsarnoka III








kossuth zsuzsanna szakképzó iskola és kollégieum tornacsarnoka II





kossuth zsuzsanna szakképzó iskola és kollégieum tornacsarnoka






s.o.s: party of the year V








with signe, cornelia jordell, petronella åslund/me, robert petersén runmon, sanna börjesson, minna månsson, sissel andersson, jonna holmlund & alice beck-remnes.s.o.s: party of the year IV









s.o.s: party of the year III







s.o.s: party of the year II









s.o.s: party of the year I












