Just finished packing for our little excursion to Ornö, a small island off the coast of Stockholm. Desperate of some sun, fun, and quality "me time"- which means getting back in touch with my inner introverted self. Going to put my new paints to use as well as read and write some poetry, spend a good amount of time by the pool, and eat well. Hope all you lovelies are enjoying your summer. Also! For all the stargazers, watch out for this years supermoon on saturday night the 23rd of june. I know I'll be camping out under the stars.

I have just spent the previous week up in Västerås visiting my cousins and celebrating Sofia's high school graduation. It was really great to see everybody and catch up! Here are a couple of photos of her "utspring". The weather was incredible and the day could not have been more perfect! Looking forward to see you again soon!

For the first time I got to experience Valborg in sunny Lund, and it was everything I hoped it would be. I wouldn't say it is very often I am smashed off my face in broad daylight either. Thankfully it didn't rain, which it said it would, and we were blessed with sun almost the entire afternoon. Having that and being surrounded by beautiful friends with drinks and food and a well-deserved hangover was not far behind!

I was talking about for a long time the way I needed to do more things that scare me. And I am. I want you all to know that I am. I want you all to know because you have watched me struggle with this more than most. We share a moon and a sun, but there are spaces between you and I. And when the planets kneel down to pray to the bone-white lamplights that show them all the way, I watch them whisper constellations to your bright eyes. And when we hit the light we never stay for long, we crack into a thousand pieces and cut across the room.

Sometimes I thought I had diamonds dug into my fingers, I thought I was born with these pieces that reflected like broken mirrors in the sun, but it was only glass glittering in the morning. And you pulled out the pieces, your ink pressed into mine and all our colors overlapped. We tried to split them apart but instead I pulled these flowers out your spine, tucked their petals behind all the pages I hide between my mattresses. We took pieces from the other and stuck them in the holes in our hearts. The ones that sink deep, bare footed and pink. Fists full of nervous energy and words that could walk on water. And you smiled at me like no one was watching. Your hands felt the space in between my ribs where mercury and mars glow red. We’re stuck in the dark’s last cough waiting for the light to be casted on us. Thick with the fear of never wanting to be found but all the firecrackers in our fingers were itching for us to get caught. Sometimes you make me feel star blind, like I’m just riding on your coat tail while you streak every thought in my head with all your light. I'm trying. I'm so afraid. Rip me open, here I am.

What is Weezy up to now? Well the goal of the detox is to rest the digestive tract, cleanse the system of impurities, mobilize and eliminate toxins stored in various areas of the body, and burn excess fat stores. It is made up of a variety of peppers, grade B maple syrup and lemon. From what I understood, repeating a detox like this for 10 days once a year reduces risk of heart disease and other age-prone diseases and is very beneficial for the body long-term. What do I have to lose? I'll be sure to let you know once I'm finished whether or not to recommend this and if anyone is interested in finding out more about it, feel free to ask lovelies.

I was born mid-dream, fevered and fairy-tailed. My mother taught me how to build things great like oak trees out of broken things. She would sit with me outside in the grass when I was younger, always singing lullabies to me calling them skeletons for the soul. I guess I’ve always been lonely. It never bothered me like other things. Like fractions and middle school boys and poetry better than mine that was carved into desks where I spent detentions. How I’d trace my fingers over those words, some four or five if they were lucky. Wondering what it was like to destroy a thing with something potent and true. With words that could make thirteen year old girls dream, cast from them the echoes they’ve been collecting. There are so many things I haven’t seen in a long time; like detention desk poetry. Like the stars spread generously above some pine trees sticking their necks out to see. Like soft clementine light dipping into the cracks of cobblestone.

Words… “words” is even a word. A word, in definition means, “A single distinct meaningful element of speech or writing.” So basically it is all symbolic… symbolic from what we have been taught, from what we have made up from language and phrases and gestures, and every other form of expression you could imagine. So words, or any form of expression, are merely symbols. Symbols made to express what we are, as individuals, ultimately from what we’ve experienced… to create a way to verbally express what we mean when we feel something, so we can share it with someone else to make it easier for them to understand it. It is all so incredible to me.

In search of some light in what seems an endless winter, I stumbled across a little handbook that focuses mainly on happiness and productivity. It gives some great insight and allows you to pick and choose from a variety of methods to your own liking. It has inspired me enough to share it with you, lovelies. You can find the link here.