i don't know heard, but i went to sweden last week for a few days to see my favouritest band in the whole world for one last time. here's some pix and shit. (i warn you, there's about 70 of them. i was gonna split it into a few different posts, but then i got lazy. and i could put it under a cut but i cannae be arsed. deal with it)
waiting for the train to london with carl on wednesday night.
my craft project <3 for the trip.
dinner at burger king with the girls.
looking for karaoke in stockholm on a thursday night with no luck. well, nowhere within walking distance from södermalm.
stu at the hostel.
unska & silja på tunnelbanan friday morning, on our way to gröna lund.
i need unska around more, she take good pictures of me!
i'm number 193!
i had strange but yummy pizza at gröna lund with taco beef, jalapenos, nachos and sour cream on top. i guess this makes up for not braving the hamburger pizza while in finland. (i was intrigued, but i wanted something with artichokes more)
OMG GIANT PLOPP!
cornelia sad.
at the bar across the street. THEY HAD NO CIDER. i thought we were in sweden, ffs!
bitches fucking love to queue (at the t-centralen on our way 'home')
getting ready to sleep on the floor because mosebacke hostel suxx ass.
awesome breakfast buffet at cafe string on saturday. 'suppose it's a bit of a scandi hipster cliche or whatever but heck, i highly recommend it. i would go there all the fucking time. more pancakes & blueberries + strawberries? yes please. om nom nom.
gherkins with breakfast though? well, i guess there's a reason why it's a buffet! each to their own.
"where do i live? i miss home."
i have no idea what this is.
5am on sunday morning :/
THIS PLACE SUXX MORE THAN ANYWHERE EVER.
t-centralen was surprisingly busy at 6am on a sunday morning..
life saving breakfast smoothie.
skavsta airport toilets. cos i was fucking bored thanks to my flight being delayed by FOUR FUCKING HOURS.
ruined airport breakfast tuna panini that was actually brie panini and hard as a rock. i took back that motherfucker.
book vending machine at stanstead. every single book was hella faded from direct sunlight. cute.
