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Back to writing my research paper. Everytime a gust of wind comes in through the window, it brings with it the smell of lilacs. I wish I could go outside for a bit.

Back to writing my research paper. Everytime a gust of wind comes in through the window, it brings with it the smell of lilacs. I wish I could go outside for a bit.

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This might be TMI; talk of periods

I got an app for tracking my periods, and I don’t think I’ve ever looked forward to a visit from aunt Flo quite this much (That’s an expression, right?). Nothing like statistics to make something more fun! I wish I was kidding, but I’m really that sad of a person. 

Though, I gotta say, not thrilled with the design. Flowers, hearts and pink everywhere. Would much prefer a yuckier type of design, less sugar coated. Or at least a few tampons or something. Also, when one is fertile it’s shown with flowers? Really now.

And just one last thing: I really look forward to this app trying to predict when I’m going to have my periods. It’s got its work cut out for it.

Filed under tmi tw: blood periods

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All this mother’s day stuff in other parts of the world is making me want to post this video, so I will! This song is about the singer’s (and I think also one of the guitarists’) much missed late mother, to whom the entire album is dedicated.

Winhill/Losehill - “Oh Lord”

Lyrics:

Bound up North deep in winter time

I couldn’t make it back in time to see her

So the salvo in my heart went off

Oh Lord, Oh Lord

Oh Lord, Oh, Lord

Oh Lord, Oh Lord

Gown of old torn at wedding night

The things that feed your hope in summer

Are the ones that will eat you in the cold

Oh Lord, Oh Lord

Oh Lord, Oh Lord

Oh Lord, Oh Lord

Neath icy skies she smiled and raised a brow:

“You really shouldn’t worry, I will call you”

So we kissed and made our last goodbye

Took the phone, voice said: “She might die”

Every single plane was cancelled 

And she passed away that very day

Filed under chills every time music sweden also my roommate is the one playing the violin