Waiting for happiness.

I feel cleaner than I have in a while and somewhat renewed. Heres to new beginings.

When I was a bit younger and it would rain during the night, I would pretend that outside was this, not the pavement or the houses. The rain and wind were the ocean and I was here, just me. It seemed pure and was more comforting than most thoughts. Well I want to be there again. Somthing has changed since and I no longer seem to have the compassion I once had.
I want to be good again.

When I grow up, I want to be a forester

Run through the moss on high heels

When I grow up, I want to live near the sea

Crab claws and bottles of rum

Little Earthquakes

My great grandparents, I love this

Bellini

Kings & Queens

Esra Røise