sthlm

So far we've been pretty excellent with our checklist.

We have done coffee, walks, pasta and plenty of chats.

And we have now also seen Aragorn on the screen.

Tomorrow we visit the cinema to stare at Thor and his hammer.

I am almost calming down.

Almost. 

Earlier on I managed to explain to A. that I feel "fragmented". 

It's this relentless working passion that I have, and I'm proud of.

But at the same time it means that I get caught in it very very easily.

So the lesson remains - taking breaks.

Learning to understand the importance of breaks.

And just unashamedly taking them, when needs be.

Because all we have, till we die, is Ourselves.

Yours truly.

M.

sthlm

I miss A, boo-hoo, and I miss STHLM.
BUT, much more importantly, our adventures.
It's been a month since I visited last but feels so much longer.
And the thing is, we don't have a set date for the next Chaos and Mayhem reunion.

So.
You know.
Unfairness of the Universe, but HEY, whatever.

This was taken in the White Room, in March, by Mr. Borovic.

Mayhem.
AP+ML.

old ones

Here's some photos from when A. was here, middle of Jan.
We had a great snow-day, which consisted of watching Dexter on my bed and eating a big big breakfast. Since I didn't have a breakfast tray I used a baking one instead.
And it was snowing.

And the gray long jumper I'm wearing in the bottom photo (bought from the pretty one) just induces useful-ness. So I'm wearing it today.

Happy Friday.
M.

sthlm

Reblogging these because they warm my heart.
And because I'm so going to visit STHLM very soon.

The other day, A. mentioned something about her "happy place".
And I decided that one of my very prominent happy places was following A. around the globe. Whether it's eating cheese in Zürich, or sitting on her floor in Basel, or sauna time in HEL, or crashing on her sofa, reciting soft porn and building furniture in STHLM.
Adventures, man. That's my happy place.

Nordic.
M.

LDN-STHLM-TLN ✈

Packing.
Packing.
Packing.

But seriously, it's 9:25pm, and I'm not far from being finished. Which is unheard of. So I'm improving and for that I've awarded myself this blog-based break, in which I shall also eat, to then carried on. But point for me, woo!

Today was a great day.

I will, however, write more about all this soon, since it is 2:18am all of a sudden.
I'm packed, washed, and dried, and ready to get a few good hours of sleep.

Fly, fly, fly. 
M.

Also, mega soz for the extreme concentration-face - i was just finding it very hard - apparently - to get the hair into the photo.
But yayyy my DIY-bleaching sessions (yes, there were two) paid off, at least I'm really pleased.
Ps, microwaved olive oil, rubbed into hair/dry ends does help.
Goodnight!