jag slits mellan att väcka upp dig just nu och säga till dig hur mycket jag tycker om att du ligger och snoozar bredvid mig, och hur mycket jag inte vill väcka dig och förstöra drömmarna som springer omkring i huvudet på dig. vad jag vill säga är att jag älskar när du ligger bredvid mig och sover. och jag vill ha dig där alltid. bredvid mig.
i can´t tell you enough about how much i´m missing SF right now. sweden is alright, summer has so far been pretty amazing but life in general feels as if it´s being on hold. like this is truly a break. fill up, cash out and get on your way again. i miss my awesome peeps. i miss the city. i miss having my own life rather than being stuck in someone else´s. me and babe have done good. we´ve so far...
the clean up.
grizzlyface/mad hobo-farid (with additional fluff courtesy of girlfriend) cleancut farid. courtesy of remington trimmers. i feel like my beardtrimming-moments should have an soundtrack. or at least a sound. then when someone makes a cartoon about my life later on all you need to hear is like “zoooopp” and the beard looks great again.
ok, so i´ve watched the trailer for inception for the 4963th time and it doesn´t get me any less excited. need to see this movie.
in my journey to linköping to visit babe and her grandparents/cousins/whatnots i´m finding myself making a 30 minute stop in the quaint little town of katrineholm. an odd place to fall. the city is beautiful no doubt, but … it´s dead. honestly. it´s dead. the people here right now are probably all stuck like me. and as you see, the storm is brewing in the background. not a single shop...
yeah, i´m still alive ya´ll. it´s just crazy with everything going on. alex is here, i´m working almost every day and whenever i´m not working i´m hanging out with babe, alex, emil and jenna for the most parts. i´ll be a better blogger at the end of summer. right now i´m just enjoying life. i´ll post a shitload of pics later on. peace out homeboys and homegirls.
you know that feeling when you find yourself being lifted up by life and then shaken like a dirty milkshake without any kind of control? yeah, that´s kind how my life is right now. no control, it all just kind of runs on and i´m glad if i can be aware of most if it. and that´s my excuse for the lack of posts recently. but there will be more. work. love. food. love. sleep. party. family. love....
i wrote you a letter today. i wish you would have sat next to me as i rummaged through all those boxes up in our (hot) attic. i wish you would have sat next to me on those old persian carpets on the floor, unveiling the content of each of them, curiously displaying the pieces that mend up my life. funny as it seems, you have barely seen 2 years of me. barely 2 years of what i am, what i dream...
i love the fact that i still, whenever we part ways, find myself smiling on my own because of you.