streets are uneven when you're down

This is one of those days that when you wake up you feel like asking whether you should be awake at all. And you keep on sleeping. And when you finally wake up, and holding your tea cup choose your morning music, think about what you should wear, it starts feeling like a regular morning.
Surprisingly enough, it's a sunny day. My fake flower living in an empty bottle of wine seems happy today. The mess on my desk seems lovely. I'll go to school and meet the people who have already texted me this morning, and the ones who might be thinking how I am.
I feel loved.
It's a bit odd.

I'm listening to the Doors. I don't feel strange today.



This is a blog that I'm going to write from now on with Vilma. I'm Avery, or Inkku if you will, from deepest darkest Helsinki, 18 and going on 19. I like music and artsy shit, like corny blog posts and musicals.
This blog is about the things that we like and the other things in life, like what we do or the things we don't like but exist. Or something of the like, I think. It's quite possible that you'll see later on what this is about, just like us. Welcome! We like you already.