Merry Christmas, my loves ♥
So basically, I fell in love and fell off livejournal. Sort of.
It's been more than a year since my last post and, uh.
It is I, and I am alive, and I have missed talking to you.
Still in love, moved in with my boyfriend, and at the moment having Evermore on repeat.
Still stupidly busy with my job.
Last time I posted on here, the world was still happily oblivious to what a clusterfuck 2020 would be.
I hope you're all safe and sound and coping the best one can in these times.
I cope with dog memes, cuddles and forehead kisses.
With cups of tea and terrible TV.
With mixing gin and tonic
Cooking dinner with two sets of hands and feeling above all, so very loved.
Hold on, breathe, my loves, for this too shall pass.
Fuck Covid.
Love, Rikke.
(In all honesty, if anyone had told me this time last year that 1) Taylor Swift and Bon Iver would be making not one but two songs together, and 2) I would absolutely adore evermore, I would've asked you to get off my lawn, but lo and behold.
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And I was catching my breath
Floors of a cabin creaking under my step
And I couldn't be sure
I had a feeling so peculiar
This pain wouldn't be for
Evermore
Evermore
Evermore
This pain wouldn't be for evermore
Evermore)