I'm Wilma. Girl. No dragon tattoo. I love theatre, history, music that makes me orgasm and taking pictures. I split myself between two places (Stockholm-Tallinn), but wherever my circus goes, there's always a party. If the party does end, I watch cat videos and blog about it all.

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Being absolutely fabulous in London

There's two big  in my life: Õnne 13 and Absolutely Fabulous. After seeing the latter movie in the cinema (OMG! What if they would make an Õnne 13 movie!) I just had to buy the tickets to London. 
My dear Patsy lives there, a strong independent woman with an edgy fashion taste, who happens to smoke a lot. I actually lived in England for a year a long long time ago(when Boiler Room was just a small thing you streamed every Tuesday) and now I started to miss the big city life. 

Look at the Mommy's Snowflake together with badass background:


The best product placement for Phonica Records:


I do not like changes, I live by the traditions.
While in London, Dishoom is a must:


Keep the liquid lunch coming:


Throwback to 2014.
Dishoom keeps on delivering:


The moment when lil bro prefers Facebook and Grindr to sweet old sister:


The moment when he thinks that surrogacy = 
taking woman A's menstruation blood + mixing it with man B sperm + putting it into woman C's uterus.
WAIT WHAAAAT?!


это жизнь:


"Fuck EU, love USA":


Route Fulham Brodway with mah bro:


Normal people were working on Friday, thus I had some time alone.
Perfect time to be an embarrassing tourist:


Ben being all Big:


Throwback to year 2010,
nineteen year old Fred and I drinking from a plastic bag across the Palace of Westminster.
Keep it classy:


After Patsy came home from work we opened bottles of corner-shop piss 
and trash-talked all the boys on this planet:


The girl who lives in Sweden and has a lack of access to alcohol 
pani londi likku:


Jackpot! 
Kät came over from Paris,
so Eddie, Patsy and Bubbles were united:


Throwback to 2014.
More issues than Vogue - The Powerpuff Girls:


After long Friday night
Saturdays needs to start with mimosa:


Sunglasses = best cure for puffy red eyes:


Broschino:


FREEDOM!
I cut my hair off and feels so good (although you don't even see it, but I lost like 3kg):


"So Ramadanman and Pearson Sound are the same guy?":


High as a kite:


Patsy is always in my heart!

Sovetskoje always in our mouth:

Cheers! xx

Thursday, September 15, 2016

ERASMUS reunion

Year 2012 I packed my bags and moved to Stockholm to do my ERASMUS exchange. Sweet džeišuš how glad I am that I got a room in Lidingö student housing, since my neighbours turned out to the coolest people ever. European Union is fucking fabulous and bus can swim!

My Italian neighbour and I have ended up in Stockholm again,
which meant it was perfect time for our German Mister to visit us:


As I once again live at student housing (although not as fancy as Lidingö, nothing beats that mansion),
we decided to honour the 'family dinner' tradition (at Lidingö I spent most of my time sitting in the corridor not in my room)


The Friday night kit in Sweden:


One does not simply go wrong with rhubarb and salmon:


That night we had a dinner at the Italian's place.
The food was yummy and our Lidingö 6th floor Spotify playlist kept on delivering:


The day after we ate like 2litres of gelato.
NO REGRETS!:


Stockholm is having a September heatwave, it's still like 25 degrees.
Sweaty situation:


Sweden = dogs everywhere.
Me = I WANT A DOG!:


Last glimpse of sun before never-ending darkness:


As said gelato went straight from our lips to our hips:


This neighbourhood is the best in Stockholm.
Cute as fuck:


The art of making pictures with timer:


One of the best years of my life, something to tell my grandkids:


On Sunday it was fun day and we went to the amusement park.
My grandfather gave me the money to go there on my birthday and I finally went.
YEEEEEEEESSSS:


You spin me right round, baby right round:


Kaki pole püksist kaugel:


Gröna Lund, my heaven:


Still the best Gröna Lund picture of all times.
2013 on my birthday this happened:

This year the eyes did not pop out that much:


My cup of tea:


Bonanza!:

Last day my German was here I took him to eat sausages
and he approved and put a quality mark on it:


StockHOME:


Living the champagne lifestyle with Stockholm budget:


Hej, hej!:


WE LOVE THIS CITY AND ERASMUS!:


"Are you okaaay?!":


My favourite picture of me and the Italian.
2012, on our student housing rooftop, breaking more rules than we can imagine 
and having the time of our lives:


New Year's Eve, sending 2012 away.
My German milkshake brought all the girls to the yard:

Nobody canna cross it, 
bus can swim: