Showing posts with label Swedish. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Swedish. Show all posts

Thursday, July 4

smultronställe

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.



Sunday, November 11

nu ska vi mysa

"nu ska vi mysa"


let us cose. 
in Swedish.

M.







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.