/// styrmansgatan

Promise me you'll write.
I promise.
Be open.
I am open.

/// pasteis de nata

I am eating Portuguese custard tarts, something I have dreamed of doing eight years ago, in Stockholm, a place I have dreamed of living in three and a half years ago. I love how I make my dreams come true. I am sitting in a room, a room I have first stepped in two years ago, the first time I came to Sweden. The first room of many rooms to come, not knowing that the boy who opened the door for me would be a significant part of my life in the future. And I think of all the places where I will be, and places where love is, and places waiting for me. And of people who will open those doors.

I love how dreams turn, how they change, how they surprise you, how they can still be the same even when they are different.

/// andreas and love

/// lovely bloodflow

/// almost never

innocent love
i need someone, somewhere

one of a kind
i need to keep you here

/// february march

Sometime in winter, when looms were spinning and I didn't know it.

/// you are enough

Nothing beats seeing someone you love again after a long time. I missed Mardin! I was like a little child waiting for Santa Claus at KTH, hanging around by the window when he said he'll be there in 5. When I saw him, I ran and gave him a long hug and told him I missed him. We got some coffee at Stories and it felt like winter again ("...Only it is summer! HA HA!"), those nights studying late at the library. We sat outside at the courtyard making fun of the new students ("Hi new students!"), updating each other, and eating Italian dark chocolate biscuits. He brought a paprika all the way from Germany so he could make a sandwich. He still had his boarding pass in his pocket, he went straight there from the airport. He looked around for Axel, and I said "But I'm here! Am I not enough?" and he pulled me to him and held me. "You are enough, you are enough." And I think that is one of my favorite moments ever.

Nothing beats sitting down with your best friend and just... being there with him.

/// greetings from paris

wish you were here.
vacay wishes from angelf and takano

/// different colors of sunshine

From my university yearbook write-up, four years ago:


Angela Anne S. Trinidad AB European Studies


She’s someone you’d never forget, for Angel (w/ pink Chucks & purple backpack) is always present; dancing, moving, swirling in our thoughts, around & through our souls. An honest person, she is not afraid to tell how she feels and whom she has feelings for. She boldly declares her love for Coke, Sbarro, Ken Zhu and the boy who looks like an elf. Angel’s a star; she could outshine anyone. Her dynamic aura and enchanting personality has won her an endless list of friends. She fills the hallways with her contagious laughter and a vivacity that never fails to lift up anyone. Yet, she could still disarm you with the depth in her words. She perceives the beauty in the most mundane things and can spot different colors of sunshine. She constantly changes but remains the same. A girl with true courage, a dreamer, a wanderlust, she believes in magic, in elves and in love. She is the epitome of an ethereal creature stuck in this lonely but hopeful world. Angel has an empire to build, and the greatest love story to write.

/// green, you still know me by name

Twin Sister Lady Daydream from Imaginary Animal on Vimeo.

If you forget it all, I will bring it with me
If you can't find the sea, I will take you there

Green, you still know me by name

Even though I'm losing
Doesn't make me a loser yet
You still know me by name, Green
I'll still be Lady Daydream

She took it all from me
Now I can't find my place
Do you 'member me
Do you know my face?

It could all be a dream, Green

/// Twin Sister - Lady Daydream

/// johannes

johannes! where you lead that's where i'll bleed and giant pianos and looms that are spinning! neurotic and retarded sounds "eeeeee!" two ice creams, a fika at ritorno, two banks and an astrid lindgren world of a park in ostermalm with misty afternoon lights, patch of grass and old buildings all around. a room where everything gets rearranged and a room where there is peace, a magnus room. finding bus 1 (OMG!!!) at sybillegatan going towards frihamnen (ACHIEVE!) and telling the dream to johannes. give the numbers to martin or mikael (or his dad) and they will never let it go. spanish and iced coffees and warm coffees and apple pie. favorites: angel! I LIKE! I Rike! You are dirty, I think! Ba ba!

/// angil

Ed Ruscha
90% Angel, 10% Devil, 1982

/// cutting ice to snow

Listening to Efterklang and looking up the sky, standing there with Sandra, JP, DJ, Christian and Johannes. Achievement! And the feeling of achievement building up and up and up with the music. And the guitarist waving back. And walking back home because I live in Ostermalm. And catching a wift of familiar music through the air and realized it was I'm From Barcelona. Playing on another stage in Kungstradgarden. I sang along to Treehouse, We're From Barcelona and Barcelona Loves You. Only in Sweden, running into a full blown concert of one of your favorite bands just when you're on your way home. And then the buses 7 and 69 of my dreams. So cosmic and creepy in a good way. Your dreams are right Angel! Now, I just have to keep my eyes open for the other two.