Ian's homecoming

I swear if my memory would be any worse, I could plan my own surprise party. However, let's talk about another party, that...like...happened in August. Once Ian sent me flowers day after my birthday with a note "I fucked up". Honey, now it's my turn to send you the flowers. 

Today I will make amends and let's enjoy some memories from August, when Ian was home and I had a pink shimmer on my skin that I call suntan:

Casually sneaking away from others to make some timer pictures, 

since we are just so damn pretty that it would be ridiculous to

waste all that beauty. #humble:

A Russian, an Armenian, a Norwegian and an Estonian walked into a bar 

and said "KAWAIIII!":

The most photoshoots and posing I have ever done

has happened at Ian's house. I mean, Müürivahe brings out the model in me:

Strike a pose,

everybody Vogue!:

Performing the "Hetero to the max" act:

We had to walk like 10 steps from Ian's house to a restaurant.

We were all so exhausted, next time we will take a taxi:

That moment, when you remember that you have no money in the bank:

I always focus on wrong things

and I do not notice the greatness that lays just in front of me:

This picture has summer smell.

I miss that:

IS IT REALLY DJ ELLA IN DA HOUSE??!!

Straight from London with wicked tunes:

IS IT REALLY MUSIC GROUP W.A.N.K.?

Wilma, Annie, Nigel and K is behind the camera:

"No, I do not want to come to your dog's birthday party, freak.

My cat is getting married that weekend!":

Maybe some deals were made that some pictures would not see daylight,

however August was long time ago and my memory is not the best:

*Let's end with a random picture, when we tried to create a winter feeling during summer. 

And now it is bloody winter and I am desperately trying to create summer feeling.

I miss Ian.

I miss Ella.

I miss summer.

Fuck my life now.