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har lagomt mycket ångest, dricker thé och lyssnar på tankesmedjan. fick jag välja skulle jag bo i göteborg nu nu nu. 



"Washed out Indian patterns. To wake up at 5 am in the morning just to see how the sunlight paints my room. The smell of freshly baked bread. How the rain falls on a summer day. The feeling when you get to hear your favorite song live. When your stomach is so full of butterflies that you can’t sleep. Gold-colored tea. When it’s in the middle of the night and you get to hear his heartbeats for the first time, and it feels like your chest are going to explode because it’s so damn beautiful. When you’re starting to feel that autumn is closing in. Solar flares, fractals, sunny streets under bare feet in the beginning of June. When we eat French toast in his kitchen, and suddenly he asks me to kiss him. To sit on the steps outside a hat shop in the morning sun and just feeling happy. October, November and the end of August. The butterfly effect, having beads in your hair while being at a festival, maps of Paris, to have a picnic in the middle of the night, knowing that nothing is forever but feeling that you wished it would be. The chaotic inflation theory, the theory of multiple universes."

och så undrar jag om någon kommer fatta något av mitt tal då det börjar som ovan?

Fint äre. Talet alltså.

Jag skulle vilja höra ett sånt tal.

Åh tack vad fina ni är!

Hej!



Jag har precis kommit igång med min blogg igen efter ett långt uppehåll, du kanske ville kika in kanske slänga in en kommentar? :)



Kram<3