she dances with ammunition in her eyes

(blame it on my A.D.D. baby)
 
I'm 18 now. I have been 18 for three whole days. And in three more days I'll be off to London with my best friend. Life is good and my only worry is sharing a suitcase and not going over the 20kg limit. (I have been on polyvore since I was 13 and that's kind of scary but awesome).

(can you hear the sound of the static noise, music to my nervous system)
 
Watsky's kind-of-new album Cardboard Castles deserves a listen because it is the best thing.

(Ha. Ha ha. Ha.)
 
I was tagged by: @ladomna
 
Rules:
1) always post rules
2) answer the questions the person who tagged you has written and write 11 more
3) tag 11 new people

1. What is your strangest habit?
I can't sleep in my own bed for more than a month straight, I have to move around the house and sleep on the sofa every now and then to avoid going mad.
2. Strongest fear?
Fire. Well, no. When fire becomes dangerous. Like a burning house. Being stuck in a burning house is my biggest nightmare.
3. Are you optimist, pessimist or realist?
I come off kind of bitter as a resault of being sarcastic all the time. I think I'm rather neutral acctually.
4. What is your favorite scent?
Warmth. Is that strange? Like warm skin, or warm rooms.. they have a specific scent. Warmth.
5. What would your dream home look like?
It's be full of books from floor to ceiling and my bed would be placed to catch the most light during golden hour.
6. Can you name a song that would definitely be on the soundtrack of your life?
Right now the only song that pops into my head is ANR - It's Around You. It makes me dancy.
7. What is your favorite season?
Spring. Spring mornings with golden hour gets me in the heart.
8. If you were a kind of candy, which would you be?
Licorice. Probably.
9. Are you introverted or extroverted?
I'm an introvert, big time.
10. What inspires you most right now?
The sun. Oh my god. The sun. It's the best ting ever.
11. Do you have a favorite quote?
Not really but you can have some Alan Bennett: “The best moments in reading are when you come across something - a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things - which you had thought special and particular to you. And now, here it is, set down by someone else, a person you have never met, someone even who is long dead. And it is as if a hand has come out, and taken yours”
 
Here are some questions for the people I tag:
1. Guilty pleasure music?
2. Do you make art outside of polyvore (for yourself, for others, what do you do)?
3. Name a thing in your room that has sentimental value to you.
4. Favourite character ever (in a book, on tv, in film etc.)?
5. What is your favourite time of day/night?
6. As a kid, what was your dream job?
7. What would you say to your thirteen year-old self?
8. Best childhood memory?
9. How did you find polyvore and why did you start creating your own content?
10. How do you deal with being sad? Do you distract yourself, talk to others..?
11. Favourite names?
 
I tag: @dustlash @rawrat @janephoto @colbysma @nearlifeexperience - I know this is not 11 poeple but they're the ones I could think of.

(I guess there was a war going on somewhere in the world that night but it wasn't one that could touch us.)
 
Just a few days ago I realized we have a bed in the attic and I have now temporarily moved in here. The wifi isn't great, but the attic has skylights so that's something. I'm reading The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde and How I Love Now by Meg Rosoff (both brilliant) and drinking unhealthy amounts of tea.
 
There are snowdrops by our front door.

Half the time I'm excited; half the time I want to hurl. I'm feeling horrendous and fantastic. I can't decide whether I'm freezing or scorching hot. I don't know if my tea mug is burnig my hand off, or simply warming it a little.
 
Mitt känsloliv är ambivalent. Mina sinnen är ambivalenta. Jag är så jävla ambivalent att jag kommer dö. At least I know what music to listen to.

"You're supposed to take one item from this set and an item from your twelfth page and make a set out of it. Also, do this survey." - SPK @spaiku

I won't tag anyone, because I don't know anyone on here anymore.. And SPK has already done it so..

The Meaning behind my username: hellnokitty is obviously a play on hello kitty, something I came up with when I hated all of my friends for being obsessed with that stupid cat (also, I was 12).

Weakness: I can't do work. Like, schoolwork. It's impossible. I just can't put pen to paper (or, fingers to keyboard most of the time) in that cause. Still I get A's (I don't know why).

Best Friend(s): Dearest cousin H and the tall - faux-ginger - girl.

Last Time You Cried and Why: Yesterday when I decided to read about Fred's death because I'm stupid and think I'll be able to handle it but I can't.

Piercings I have: Lobes. If I wasn't poor I'd get something else done too..

Favorite Band: Broder Daniel maybe. And I've been really into Purity Ring and The Glitch Mob lately (even though I normally don't go for either of their sounds).

Biggest Turn-Offs: Body odor or people who don't understand personal space.

A Fact About My Sex Life: I lead people on too much, this should stop. (SPK wrote this and I'm just going to leave it here because it pretty much sums it up).

Tattoos I Want: I'm fickle when it comes to tattoos. Sometimes I want them all over my body (last night I wanted a dragon as a giant back piece and today I don't want any). I definitely want something and I just hope I find it in time.

Biggest Turn-Ons: A good jawline and a decent vocabulary.

Age: 17

Ever been on a date: Swedish people don't do dates. I don't do dates. Nobody does dates. Who does dates?

Life Goals: Find out what it is I want to do with my life because at this point I don't even know how to answer that.

Piercings I want: An industrial? Tragus? Rook? A low helix piercing? All of the above? I'm not sure.

Relationship Status: Ooon my ooowwnn pretending heeee's beside meeeeee.. Jk. Single, though.

Favorite Movie: Today? Mulan. Yesterday? The History Boys. The day before yesterday? Some other movie.

A Fact About My Life: I'm going to London next year with that tall girl I said was one of my best friends and it's going to be the best time ever and thete I'm going to find an Irish dude and marry him.. I am also wanting a wardian case for my room.

Full Name: Still. Not. Telling. You.
 
And I need to add this, have you read about the so called Night Witches? The Russian female WW2 bombers? Let me quote some tumblr person. "For those not in the know, night witches were Russian lady bombers who bombed the shit out of german lines in WW2. Thing is though, they had the oldest, noisiest, crappest planes in the entire world. The engines used to conk out halfway through their missions, so they had to climb out on the wings mid flight to restart the props. the planes were also so noisy that to stop germans from hearing them combing and starting up their anti aircraft guns, they’d climb up to a certain height, coast down to german positions, drop their bombs, restart their engines in midair, and get the hell out of dodge."
 
And lastly, I seem to hate everything I make and that's why I have been MIA, I have tried but I can't. Can't do it.

It's been a cruel summer
The sun has been hit by the storms
It's been a cruel summer
The kind that makes grown men turn pale
 
The sun has disappeared to bring light to someplace else and I'm watching the mens 10 m dive final (Swedish me wants to write swim-jump instead of diving because that's what it's called here...) and I'm rooting for Tom - I'm a brit at heart.

It's strange how staying up to watch the sunrise gives me goosebumps. I feel like I'm alone in the world, like I'm the only one ever to experience the moment. Like if I wasn't awake to experience it the minutes would pass without anyone taking notice.

Things I'd gladly make room for in my wardrobe.

I'm one year closer to Uni. And so far my grades are good enough for Oxbridge and the Ivies. Yay.
For the first time in my life I've been working (scooping ice cream) and I can't wait for august 5:th to come around - it's my last day. Work exhausts me. I have done none of the things I promised myself I'd do in the beginning of the summer. I haven't read loads of books. My bookshelf is teeming with unturned pages and it's a bit unsettling. I haven't been on here for ages and I most definitely haven't snapped out of being introvert and blossomed into the most social being ever to graze the surface of this planet. But I have a secret admirer in Stockholm. Veritas.