sunshine
ta mig tillbaka till sommar igen.
















baraben, sommarkvÀllar, alkohol, finavÀnner, midsommar, cyckelturer, studenten, sena utekvÀllar, grilla, kubb, myggbett, jordgubbar <3
snöstorm it is

Like pop pop pop pop

Dirty bass to bake a tussy roll
If you don't low on the floor
I got a crew that will handle that cookie jar
Damn girl,I ain't tryin' to be rude
Spread love like a guestless you plus two
That's what you call a move
Like pop pop pop pop
Don't low to the L O
V E gotta get more
So clap your hands, clap clap your hands
I got nothing but love to give
Turn it up
Turned up you don't hear me no
Here's a love for your stereo
So clap your hands ,clap clap your hands
Like pop pop pop pop
glad tjej.nu

I've been standing alone
Grasping for air
Intensely aware
I've been running alone
I've been leading your way
Through dark hollow days
Now I realize
What I have to do
Just to be with you
Today tomorrow and always
Intensely aware
I've been running alone
I've been leading your way
Through dark hollow days
Now I realize
What I have to do
Just to be with you
Today tomorrow and always
Oh my applepie

hÀr har vi rediga grejer. mmmhmhmhmm
inspiration

I will follow you into the dark

riverside mf



De tvÄ senaste kvÀllarna har bestÄtt utav dehÀr ^ UmgÄtts med fina vÀnner och klackarna i taket. vÀrldsbÀst
And the world's gonna know your name, Cause you burn with the brightest flame

You could go the distance
You could run the mile
You could walk straight through hell with a smile
You could be the hero
You could get the gold
Breaking all the records that thought never could be broke
Do it for your people
Do it for your pride
How you ever gonna know if you never even try?
Do it for your country
Do it for your name
Cause there's gonna be a day
When you're standing in the hall of fame
And the world's gonna know your name
Cause you burn with the brightest flame
And the world's gonna know your name
And you'll be on the walls of the hall of fame
You should try it
en sÄn dÀr as jobbig dag
fick en fin kommentar av en vĂ€n frĂ„n hemma i götet. SĂ„nt fĂ„r mig att tĂ€nka pĂ„ hur mycket jag saknar. Jag vet att jag inte passar in hĂ€r, jag kĂ€nner mig inte hemma hĂ€r sĂ„ som jag kĂ€nner nĂ€r jag Ă€r i göteborg med slĂ€kt och vĂ€nner. en vĂ€n jag inte trĂ€ffat pĂ„ jag vet inte hur mĂ„nga Ă„r, skriver en kort, men sĂ„ meningsfull textrad. Ăr det nĂ„got jag ska göra i mitt liv, sĂ„ Ă€r det att flytta tillbaka till dĂ€r mitt hjĂ€rta hör hemma.
finner inga ord, sÄ jÀvla grym lÄt. ett slag i bröstet
AlcĂșdia, Mallorca, Spanien Del 2


Tog mestadels bilder pÄ eftermiddagarna/kvÀllarna med systemkamerna, dÄ jag inte ville ha med den pÄ stranden/poolen.