As a good friend of mine once said "There are only six days in a week. Monday is simply a nigtmare."
And I definetely agree. Math test, English test, Swedish test. And Phis. Ed. too. So not a good start to this week.
And on a better note...
it`s Tuesday tomorrow, right? And it won`t be Monday anymore, right? So it`s a "better note", right?
Look what I found.
I should probably say that I fell completely in love with this song first time I heard it. It justs reminds me of summer, bonfires, smell of pines, cold beer, laugther, moskitos, cold water in early morning just before the heat washes over the calm dark water, loud rock music in cars as they rush down the dusty road, fireworks and those late night talks, whose memories only belong to few people. Few undeniably precious people.
god, do i miss those evenings. I can`t even tell you how much. For the first time in a real long time, I can`t find the words to describe something. These memories feel like dark green silk and when I try to pin them down and press them with a pitch black pen against the white paper, they pretend to be dead, so I couldn`t glue them to something as boring as paper. And then they run away. Safely back to my head.It`s like trying to describe a feeling, which is as airy as the ligthest of the feathery clouds and as bright as there were sixty eight thousands of the brightest electric bulbs lighted. And throw in a couple of gazillions of stars too.
how was your weekend, lovelies?