25 September 2014


You are not your age, 
Or the size of clothes you wear, 
You are not a weight, 
Or the color of your hair.
You are not your name, 
Or the dimples in your cheeks.
You are all the books you read, 
And all the words you speak, 
You are your croaky morning voice, 
And the smiles you try to hide, 
You're the sweetness in your laughter, 
And every tear you've cried. 
You're the songs you sing so loudly, 
When you know you are all alone, 
You're the places that you've been to, 
And the one that you call home, 
You're the things you believe in, 
And the people that you love, 
You're the photos in your bedroom, 
And the future you dream of.
You are made of so much beauty, 
But it seems that you forgot, 
When you decided that you were defined,
By all the things you are not.

- e.h


31 August 2014


Kokkolassa oli tänä viikonloppuna venetsialainen! Ilotulitukset, kännisiä ihmisiä, Mg, Pariisin kevät ja Paula Koivuniemi nähty ja aikuista naista laulettiin kuorossa keski-ikäisten keskellä, mahtava viikonloppu siis haha!
yeah she squats, tälle oikeelle kuvalle naurettii kyl nii paljon!