I break away from something more, I’m not to, not to love until it’s cheap
Hey there (Dalilahhh).
I NEED TO SLEEP. I'm half dead, I swear. This is exhausting. But I can't sleep.
I haven't sleep since we left Amsterdam & we've been around (in Copenhagen) for almost a day now. We're hanging around, doing some shopping, going to clubs & obviously dancing, drinking & being crazy.
Amsterdam was amazing, I met my soulmate, the man of my live, my post-high school sweetheart or whatever. I know I know, I'm saying this everytime (I know, I have men issues) I met someone but look at that:
Anyway, his name is Hannes (I swear, it sounds much better in Dutch), he's blond like only a Scandinavian knows how to be so, he's 22 (I guess, don't really remember), he knows where the cool is & speaks english like hell. God, I'd learn how to speak Dutch for him. He's got muscles but not in a catcher-alike way, which is considerable. Then, his mates are jerks but in the right way, like crazy dorks. He's got a smashing cycle (yeah, in amsterdam, you can't measure the coolness of somone by his car but by the way he rides). Oh & he knows how to sail & he's a (tiny) boat. Cooler than hell.
Well, he lives in Netherlands but anyway, it's juste 3 or 4 hours by train.
But I'm not in love, I swear.
Copenhagen has been great so far. Farther North, Fairer Hair, Closer to Paradize.
Pictures when I am back to Earth (not until the 22th of August, since I'll be back from Stockholm on the 14th but I'm leaving for Barcelona on the 15th. Now I really know what "over-booked" means.
I NEED TO SLEEP. I'm half dead, I swear. This is exhausting. But I can't sleep.
I haven't sleep since we left Amsterdam & we've been around (in Copenhagen) for almost a day now. We're hanging around, doing some shopping, going to clubs & obviously dancing, drinking & being crazy.
Amsterdam was amazing, I met my soulmate, the man of my live, my post-high school sweetheart or whatever. I know I know, I'm saying this everytime (I know, I have men issues) I met someone but look at that:
Anyway, his name is Hannes (I swear, it sounds much better in Dutch), he's blond like only a Scandinavian knows how to be so, he's 22 (I guess, don't really remember), he knows where the cool is & speaks english like hell. God, I'd learn how to speak Dutch for him. He's got muscles but not in a catcher-alike way, which is considerable. Then, his mates are jerks but in the right way, like crazy dorks. He's got a smashing cycle (yeah, in amsterdam, you can't measure the coolness of somone by his car but by the way he rides). Oh & he knows how to sail & he's a (tiny) boat. Cooler than hell.
Well, he lives in Netherlands but anyway, it's juste 3 or 4 hours by train.
But I'm not in love, I swear.
Copenhagen has been great so far. Farther North, Fairer Hair, Closer to Paradize.
Pictures when I am back to Earth (not until the 22th of August, since I'll be back from Stockholm on the 14th but I'm leaving for Barcelona on the 15th. Now I really know what "over-booked" means.