Why do I own so many clothes? It’s going to take me at least six garbage bags to move the shit I don’t even wear most of the time.
Yes, the book Lolita was beautifully written, but it grossed me out so much that I had to stop reading. No hard feelings Nabokov, still love you. Maybe someday I’ll be able to read it without having that sick feeling to my stomach.
Cutting your own hair turns out to be easier than I thought. Hello fake (sort-of) bangs, welcome to the club! Still need to visit a hairdresser though, because I really want something new with my hair! (I’ve have been saying that for the past two years and still haven’t gotten around to it yet, hehe… I’m not that brave I guess…)
Dear Morrissey, WHAT are you doing in this video!? It’s like an awful car accident and I just CAN’T look away. (I’m talking about the armswinging, not the song, of course).
Never been happier I decided to leave those two cute bikini’s and sweater behind and take my snowboots back with me instead. When I came back home from Sweden after six months with only two suitcases, I had to prioritize. My choice seemed rather foolish at the time, but I think I can conclude that my sometimes crazy way of decision making turns out to make some sense after all.
Also: snow is awesome.
Keira Knightley, you are GORGEOUS, but please stop smirking at me (I don’t like to be negative about other people, but I’m sorry to say that those moments were probably the scariest ones from Anna Karenina) (I’ll refrain from posting a screenshot) (no wait, just look) (since when does she smile this weird?) (beautiful movie though, you should go and see it)
You always get the flu when you REALLY don’t want it (but like, REALLY don’t want it, you know).