Can you hear my heart?

Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face, stars fill my dreams I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been To sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen They talk of days for which they sit and wait, all will be revealed


how cute?

Buena Vista Tattoo

Volko Merschky and Simone Pfaff

Found their studio a month ago, and I really wanna get a tattoo by them. I love their style. I just have to get tattooed by any of them there. The studio lies in Würzburg, Germany, and if you like the pictures I've published below, you need to check out their website, and especially this category, which is my favourite..


commercial campaigns

För att en reklam ska fånga mitt intresse krävs det att jag känner igen mig eller kan ta åt mig i det som visas i antingen bild eller text. Man dras alltid till bilder som man kan koppla samman med någon av sitt egna liv och tankar. En bra reklam ska fånga min uppmärksamhet, och jag ska vilja ta reda på mer information.

Två reklam kampanjer som verkligen berör mig och får mig att tänka efter är reklamaffischer för Världsnaturfonden och Amnesty. Man ser dom inte ofta på stan, men har man väl sett en så glömmer man dom sällan, och tankarna börjar jobba på högvarv. Man får lite skuldkänslor (i alla fall får jag det) när man kollar på deras snygga och välarbetade affischer.



Amnesty International:

Lady Gaga for Out Magazine

Photo: Ellen von Unwerth.

art nouveau architecture

Två arkitekturstilar jag älskar är den så kallade Art Noveau och Gotisk. Har alltid älskat det och kommer troligtvis alltid att göra det också.

“It's practically impossible to look at a penguin and feel angry.”

"Will you defeat them, your demons, and all the non-believers, the plans that they have made? Because one day I'll leave you, A phantom to lead you in the summer, To join The Black Parade."

A world that sends you reeling from decimated dreams Your misery and hate will kill us all. So paint it black and take it back Let's shout it loud and clear Defiant to the end we hear the call To carry on We'll carry on And though you're dead and gone believe me Your memory will carry on We'll carry on And though you're broken and defeated Your weary widow marches


Jan. 20, 2011

Jan. 19, 2011

Can you feel the notes run through your body As I run my hands over my skin It screams in silence, I feel the strings, My body heats I become alive... Each key, a mixture of sound and silence Artistic release in time, the essence of my soul Alluring beauty delivered in time At best, music is simply divine!

When I was younger, I used to dance in the rain.

I've always loved the rain. For as long as I can remember. I love the smell of it. I love when it touches my skin. I love the way my hair gets when the rain is pouring down, sticking onto my face. I love the sound of the raindrops hitting the streets and my windows. I can sit and listen to it for hours.

When I was younger, during the summer, I always sat outside, with a blanket close to my body, and smelled the rain. The nature gets much cleaner, pure, the air gets easier to inhale into your lungs.

The water calms me.

Lets run into the pouring rain, to feel that we're alive again.

James Dean

don't stop.

"All the sadness you carried inside... You never showed that it was easy to hide... You tell your stories and all your sorrow... You take the stage like there was no tomorrow..."

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