They slip away across the universe

Do you have a special routine for those days when you need comfort? You know those days when everything is being overshadowed by the horrible horrible news that was delivered to you when you came home after a hard days work? How do you protect yourself from something that you know is coming, something that you never wished for? Do you hide under the cover, do you fill your mind with dark music that takes you to that place you long for, or do you just weep? I’ve tried all of them and I’m out of ideas.

I wasn’t surprised yesterday when my mother called this afternoon and told me the news. After all I had been waiting for it, for weeks now. But knowing that the pain is going to hit you, dosen’t make the blow easier to handle. At least not for me. Yet, after all the pain that has poured through my veins, I’m filled with this numbness. It feels as if I am looking at the whole situation from the other side of the window. With the numbness kicking in I’m starting to feel like an observer and not like I’m the effected one. And maybe that’s all I really can do, observe. Because you can hold hands and lie next to each other and let jokes fill the silence as you try to comfort your closest friends. But nothing will change the fact that death passes through as if he were a friend, as if his presence was wanted. And he has greeted me way to often.

But if I have learnt anything from his visits, it is that time is precious. It’s too precious to not take risks, it’s too precious to let tiny arguments get in the way, and it’s too precious to say that we will meet again. Because we will never know that, and if I don’t meet my friend again, at least I know that I don’t regret anything I did our said to him when he was here with me, with us. I don’t know if you think that I’m cheesy, but it dosen’t really matter. Just please, don’t regret it. Because before you know it it’s to late.


Os Gemeos

My braces are killing me right now so instead of spending my time on the internet I’m going to pity myself and find comfort in cold cold ice-cream. Yes, love. But! You dragged your ass all they way over here so I’ll give you this.

Os Gemeos are two brothers from Brazil that are master at the art of painting. They have managed to create an art form that balances between fantasy and reality. I never get tired of seeing them expand and develop. Amazing, amazing, amazeballs…

If you don’t like ice-cream, try some hot tamale. Haha does anyone remember hot tamale train from “So you think you can dance”? That was brilliant, I wonder if she still shouts out random shit during the show. Just Brilliant.



Yesterday my dear friend Victoria celebrated her 18th birthday. I gave her these three candle holders that I had made with two other friends. Do you ever make your own “candle holders”? ( What the hell are they called?!)

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It was a really nice party and I’m so happy that I went. But talk about a lot of cake! We were about twenty people and we only finished three of them… Well, now we know what Victoria is going to eat for breakfast for a couple of weeks.

See you later hombre


New category, new possibilities

What’s Crackalackin’?

Today a new category on my blog is born, and you’re the first one to see it. Welcome to Art.
This little place will eventually become a home for my own creations but it will also be a place where I share anything that inspires me, and hopefully inspires you. I guess that the reason behind this categories existence is that everything that goes on in my head sooner or later gets put on paper. Sometimes the brush creates more than the pen and my creations should be shared with the world instead of being stuffed into a closet. Or at least that’s my opinion. I hope you enjoy my little sanctuary and I hope to see you again.

Let the show begin!!

That feeling when you want to whack your teacher with a sabre

Yesterday was the day that I had been waiting for. For two whole months I had longed for this day, the day when I would finally find out if fencing is something for me or if I should drop the sabre and leave the sport for the professionals. Even though my tummy slowly but surely filled up with butterflies and my sight grew dim because of the anxiety I sucked it up and opened the door to the fencing club´s training facilities. I’m so happy I did. Fencing is probably one of the best sports I’ve tried out. You feel kind of dangerous. Nah, but it really is a lot of fun. I recommend it for anyone who wants to try a sport where you get tested both mentally and physically. Plus you look fierce!

And even though my new fencing skills are still in the making I can’t wait to use them on one of my teachers. During yesterdays math lesson she told the whole class that she more or less thought that I was stupid.Do you want to know the reason behind her anger? I was chewing gum. Yep you heard me and so did she apparently. I quote “Maybe if you try to chew less and think slower you will understand the question.” I’m just waiting for the day when I get my test results back and I nail an A. or at least a B 😉 In your face crazy math lady!!

Nevertheless, right now I’m just enjoying the weekend. September has treated my kindly and even though school is more or less turning my brain into mush I can’t be happier because September really is one of the best months. The weather makes you think that summer is still around yet the tress change colour and the forests turn into a place of magic. And when nighttime arrives you can cuddle up next to your loved ones with a nice cup of tea and just chill. Could you ask for anything better?! AND, this september has been especially good for birthday cards. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten funnier cards. Here are a few of my favourites.

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I hope your September is as fabulous as mine