måndag 24 december 2018

There’s no evening like the 24th of December”- Santa 2018
#sameoldevening #sub16degreesC

fredag 2 november 2018

What a battle! What a feeling; this unmatched feeling. Nobody back home understood it, least of all her sister. How could she? She played the other game; the game of smiles and social rules, one that she herself had neither talent nor really interest in learning to play.

Maybe she wasn’t as clever or fair as her sister (especially not now),but none of that mattered here. Here, things were simple. She preferred simple. When life was simple she could wake up in the morn and smile at her reflection in the mirror, thinking that maybe she's doing alright after all. 

In moments like this? She felt free; free to just be. Her only concern? Focusing on not getting anything chopped off. 

Simple right? Perfectly so... although she could do without broken ribs and the stench of shit. 


tisdag 22 maj 2018

"After following the tracks for a while, it soon became clear
why the king never received any word from the other group"

måndag 23 april 2018

"When sent out to take care of the "big rabbits" that have been terrorising 
the field workers, one sure could hope they'd be more specific in details"
#stainless steel#peasant info

onsdag 7 februari 2018