Sunday, September 29, 2013


I have to be alone very often. I’d be quite happy if I spent from Saturday night until Monday morning alone in my apartment. That’s how I refuel."

- Audrey Hepburn

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Trees are filled with memories

Some people just came into my life. And decide to stay. And decide to make my days happier..

Evening in Faaborg. 

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Work hard or work harder

People will love you. People will hate you. And none of it will have anything to do with you.
— Abraham Hicks

You shouldn't settle for less than you think you deserve. If you think you can do it, then you can. If you think you can't or you are too weak to do it... then you are. 
It's all in your head. 
Suck it up.
Chin up, sunshine. 

Saturday, September 14, 2013

Week in Copenhagen

You know you're in a right place when you feel the urge to smile even when you're alone.

Great people around me. Closer to my goals. Stronger in my head. Amazing experiences. Exciting life. Why do I worry, if there's nothing to worry about.

Note to self: Trust life again. Trust life a little bit more. And trust your decisions. 

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Just dance, dance, dance

Anything that gets your blood racing is probably worth doing.
— Hunter S. Thompson

Monday, September 9, 2013

Sunday, September 8, 2013

Learn to love yourself

And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.

Saturday, September 7, 2013

First a mother,

forever a best friend. 


Friday, September 6, 2013

He is exactly the poem I wanted to write.

Tahaks öelda nii palju, aga olen nii sõnatu.
Mu sees käib vahukommidest keeristorm ning isegi üksinda istudes on naeratus Pluutoni.

You are the finest, loveliest, tenderest, and the most beautiful person I have ever known - and even that is an understatement.

Thursday, September 5, 2013


"It doesn't matter if you mess up. It just shows that you gave it all. Even if it was just a brief second - you were finally out of you comfort zone. You did something you won't usually do. And I wanna see that. I wanna see how you fucking mess up - big time!" 

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Autumn leaves

Mul on aega märgata, kuidas rohelised lehed pruunideks muutuvad. Kuidas külmus mu jalataldadesse poeb. Kuidas tuul toob kaasa vihmapilved. Märgata, kuidas rasketes hetkedes on ilu. Ning kuidas pealiskaudses täiuslikkuses võib peituda tühjus. Aeg märgata, kuidas suureks kasvamisest ei ole saanud muutus. Sellest on saanud tee lähemale iseendale. Rohelised lehed muutuvad pruunideks. See pole halb. See ei ole halb märk, et läheneb talv. Muutused. Kargus. Ja külmus. 
See on märk, et on aeg hakata äratama oma südameid veel suurema soojusega. 

Sunday, September 1, 2013


I hope you will go out and let stories happen to you, and that you will work them, water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom.
— Clarissa Pinkola Estés