STOCKHOLM

Hej.
✈
1 day and we're up and away.


Lolcats on tour. AGAIN.

AGAIN.

God, this pleases me. So much.


Today, talking to A, I made an accidental poem.

"And then go out
And dance
And stare at hair
Everywhere"

It's not very deep, and not very meaningful, but it sure captures something special.

Kõike tahame, M.

too short

Life is too short for small compliments.
And small entrances, and small exits.
And small sunsets, and small rainbows.
Life is too short for small careers.

And small kisses.
And small friendships.
Life is too short for small hugs.

Small ideas. Small concepts. Small statements. And beliefs. TOO SHORT

Life is too short for small passions.
For small love.
Life's too short for small families.
And small weddings.
Life is too short for small rings.


Life is too short, for small rings.


And small casts, and small budgets, and small stage sets.

Life's too short for small heels.
And small amounts of eyeliner.
And small eyelashes.

Life's too short for small glasses of wine.
Or small bottles of champagne.

Life's too short for small slices of bread.
Good, home bread.
Life's too short for small risks.


Life is too short, for small risks.



Too small.
Too little.


If there is more to give.


And there always is.


I'm ready for my next tattoo.
With love.M.
(disclaimer: this is NOT A POST ABOUT MONEY.)

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1954 July Vogue

21.08.2012

Really really going for daydreams lately. It's nice. Really AWESOME-ly nice actually. And very much out of the ordinary.


Almost the beginning of the new season.
....well-well, this actually works on 2 levels - work season and season season. And it's therefore time to start thinking about the next season. Longterm, man. Longterm.
Everything is so longterm. The longterm thinking. Planning. Planning. Planning.

Well, I want to DO.


And I'm flying to Stockholm in 7 days (which was absolutely not a longterm plan, making it even better as a plan), which I am so so excited about I could actually blow up into little bits of goo right now.
EXCITED!

A is registering to the university today and also having her first viewing. Fingers crossed it's the dream one.

Do-ers.M.

LIKE THE SEA

"I
LOVE

YOU
LIKE
THE
SEA"

M.

i do not have a plan

I don't.

That's the long and short of it: "I. do not. have. a plan."

I started this post on the ..maybe the 11th of August.
But now I'm back in business. I think this no-plan business was largely brought on due to some emotional rollercoaster-ing. No one knows.
But now we're back in business. And I'm listening to Croatian radio. And 212, trying to learn it by heart for E.

The reason I write in English is because it distances things slightly. I think I'd live through everything a bit too hardcore in Estonian.

This is a really good Croatian radio station, called Borovo I think.

And now it's the 20th of August. And I'm back in Tallinn, and there's WORK TO BE DONE.

Man with a plan.M.

a perfect day for daydreaming

And laundry.
A perfect day for laundry. Hottest day of the year in London, but there is still a little breeze. So I hung all the washing out. Perfect day for laundry.

My head is full of mixed German and French phrases. Ferocious learning for the summer course tomorrow. Hrvatska was too delicious for working.

A perfect day for daydreaming. About cold coffee, and singing, and The Perfect Date, and the sea, and being home, oh, and finding a cheap flight, and fresh fish (!) and ...I think that's all really. If I daydream about anything else, I'll update.

I've heard the ice-cream truck at least 3 times today. It's nice.

I think, i THINK, that the sea is the love of my life. And I am by no means sure of this, hence the emphasised "think".

Watermelon.
Watermelon.
And curls. And going out.
And the fact that the summer will come again.


I think I want to learn how to make good jam.M.

the rightest bit of wrong

 



As long as there is the sea. The beautiful, beautiful, unforgettable, indescribable, beautiful sea.
As long as there is sauce to talk about. Plenty of sauce.
As long as we have our health.
As long as we will not say “no” to everything the universe has got to offer.
As long as there is all this, it simply must be okay.



As long as there are iced coffees down by the harbour.
As long as there is someone to talk to.
As long as the summers will come again.
As long as there are books, and music.
As long as there's sand in your shoes and a map.
As long as there champagne and skinny dips.
As long as there is CHANCE, for whatever.
As long as there is room to breath and room to change.
As long as there are roots.
As long as there is strength to keep feeling.

The Devil (still) does not play fair.
But if we take a chance every now and then, we might throw him off. M.