Summer details.

If I could bottle up the sea breeze I would take it over to your house
And pour it loose through your garden
So the hinges on your windows would rust and colour
Like the boats pulled up on the sand for the summer
And your sweet clean clothes would go stiff on the line
And there’d be sand in your pockets and nothing on your mind

But every year it gets a little bit harder
To get back to the feeling of when we were fifteen
And we could jump in the river upstream
And let the current carry us to the beginning where
The river met the sea again
And all our days were a sun-drenched haze
While the salt spray crusted on the window panes

Sweet solitude

Surrounding myself with tiny, lovely things.
Getting all the negative out. Keeping it away.
These days will be just for me. Spoiling myself.

"You're what I've been waiting for."

Slowly getting there

Late nights fooling around/ snacks/ studying.

I have the pleasure of ordering many, many books online at the beginning of every summer. 

This year I decided I must start with:

1. Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami
2. 1984 by George Orwell 
3. Hopscotch by Julio Cortazar

I'm also keeping up with my letter challenge.

Trying! to keep up with all the birthdays (I'm quickly running out of ideas for presents).

Constantly looking at music festivals and not being able to decide where to go.

Next week summer officially starts! 

When the day is blue I'll sit here wondering about you

There's something very sad about writing letters that you know you'll never send.

Still, I enjoy doing it. A lot. 

I came across this "challenge" and I'm supposed to write a letter a day for about 4 months. Each letter can be addressed to anyone, whether that person exists or not, whether I know them well or not at all. I doubt I'll manage to do this on a daily basis, but other than that, it's nothing new. 

Someone once told me that writing things down will always make me feel better. As if by doing so, the problem seems to be half gone. I took this too seriously and before my exams started I kept writing about how unprepared I was. I actually did help!

This time it's going to be different. I'm terrible at telling people what I think about them or how they make me feel. Unless it's something extremely important, I choose to keep it to myself. It's a lot of baggage though. 

This is going to help. 

Give me the words that tell me everything.

This is what my first week of exams has mainly consisted of

• lots of tea and coffee, 
• my mother's delicious strawberry jam, 
• waking up early and going to bed very very late at night

Thankfully, the worst has passed and the next 2 weeks will be nowhere near as stressful so this weekend's nights out have already given me the feeling that my vacation has started.

Rainy days

Mornings

...are the best part of the day.

Summer plans

If I manage not to spend absolutely everything I have saved up to now,

this is what awaits me in August:

Noisettes!!!!!

The National!!!!

Chew Lips

Interpol

The Wombats

As the song goes: please, please,please let me get what I want!

(Vampire) weekend.