Swedish.
i like that shit.
Means "the wild strawberry patch", but idiomatically means an underrated gem of a place, often with personal or sentimental value.
Smultronställe.
M.
"We do not become writers, dancers, musicians, helpers, peacemakers. We came as such." C.P.Estés
Showing posts with label Swedish. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Swedish. Show all posts
Thursday, July 4
smultronställe
Labels:
favourite,
languages,
patch,
personal,
place,
places,
sentimental,
strawberries,
Sverige,
Swedish
Sunday, November 11
Sunday, September 30
fragile
As we forget how fragile we are.
Happiness, eh?
Showering and Radio Tallinn which is the best jazz station I think I've ever heard/found.
(It's currently giving me some very relaxed beats, sung in Swedish.)
And letting yourself dry off.
Just stand there, and dry off.
I mean. No guilt, you know.
No guilt.
Guilt is fine, when it's necessary. But too much guilt? When there is nothing really to be guilty for?
That's the thing.
It is Saturday.
It's 5:22pm.
And it is all fine.
NOTE TO SELF:
M U S T make more videos.
It's just that kind of a day. In a pink towel.
(And what an idea. Horizontal showering.)
M.
Happiness, eh?
Showering and Radio Tallinn which is the best jazz station I think I've ever heard/found.
(It's currently giving me some very relaxed beats, sung in Swedish.)
And letting yourself dry off.
Just stand there, and dry off.
I mean. No guilt, you know.
No guilt.
Guilt is fine, when it's necessary. But too much guilt? When there is nothing really to be guilty for?
That's the thing.
It is Saturday.
It's 5:22pm.
And it is all fine.
NOTE TO SELF:
M U S T make more videos.
It's just that kind of a day. In a pink towel.
(And what an idea. Horizontal showering.)
M.
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