You know, there's something about open spaces that sometimes just graps my heart by its' throat & squeezes. Something about light when it gets the opportunity to take place, become more than empty. Like in this picture:
You can walk through the light in that picture. It is real. I think I could have been very happy in London.
Also; Life is treating me very well these days. Smiling is easy, breathing is alright, loving is scary as shit.
Other than that; not much. Been feeling sick. Been tired. Been hanging out with the fantastic five & waiting for Bob to move in next door. Malmö has never been a prettier shade of grey.
I'm Dee & I like large amounts of coffee, late nights, words, my guitar, handmade T-shirts, James Dean-movies, green, Tuesdays, lyrics, Luckies,reading, staying in bed, phonecalls, leaving, gluing things together, Cadd9, weird stains, misplaced things that reappears, pens, magnolia trees, umbrellas, the fact that blankets are - where ever they are brought - always cosy, strange cloud shapes, white wine, dancing like you can't hear the beat - not giving further thoughts to things like feet, that all things addictive are such great friends, cats, old ladies on the streets - taking over the whole street scenario with their old lady perfumes, summer days when all days are fridays & wrinkly bed sheets.
I also have an annoying habit of spilling coffee all over me & my surroundings.
Love.