I was born with a red birthmark on my chest, my mother used to call it a strawberry.

I collect postcards. I have a thing for hats, scars and scarves. Beard and curly hair.
Flanell shirts and knitwear. Needles and ink.
When I'm angry I listen to angry music, when I'm hungry I tell myself that it's an illusion.
When I'm feeling down I listen to depressed music, I smoke, I paint, I write, I sleep.
I have a thing for floors, tables, windows and barefeet summers.
Lysekil/Fyllechill.
Gothenburg.
Beer and loud music.
I can't sleep with pillows, even if I want to.
I prefer 90 beds, or else it would feel too empty.
Coffee in the morning, tea in the evening.

Eyecontact with total strangers at festivals.

To share 3L of wine or more with your beloved ones, any day.

I get really good selfconfidence in rainboots.
Freckles might be the cutest thing I know.
Almond trees in spring.
Candles and Norah Jones in autumn.
The smell of wet streets.
Black'n'white movies. Movies.
Poetry.
Photography.
Spontanity.

These things are a few things I know about myself. Sometimes I forget who I am,
so I thought that if I write it down, I might rememeber to remind myself.