Yesterday evening I left work with a longing for something simple and girly. A movie or book were everyone is happy and pretty and all the bad things work out in the end.
Me and Oliver cooked dinner, made chocolate balls, talked about general things and sat down to watch a movie. He recommended the movie ‘Rachel’s getting married’ with the words ‘its a bit sad in the beginning but then it all get really happy’. It was, without doubt, one of the most depressing movies I’ve see and i had to turn it off when she started punching her mum in the face.
I’m still in desperate need of happy go lucky.
Chocolate balls with sea salt. yum.
I wanted to strangle him after my ‘happy’ movie.
Today I’m wearing Dr Martens. In the sun.