{via Julia (love your blog)}
After spending three days outside with my darling friend Lena reading the Virgin Suicides (for what seemed like the 100 000th time, this is probably the only book I could read over for ever, it's beautiful.) and my beloved Pride and Predjudice, living in a tent we made in the fields with old blankets, drinking the most whimsical tea, looking how the clouds change shapes and making flower necklaces I felt like I was a fairy and now it's hard to be back home stuck doing the same things as always.. Do you ever get homesick to a place that isn't really home, but feels like it? xx
