Few people have the imagination for reality

Twenty-two, Icelandic, writer, film studies major and trying to live life to the fullest with depression on the side. I would love to get to know you.

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Svo alvarleg gella #selfie  (at Herragarðurinn)

Svo alvarleg gella #selfie (at Herragarðurinn)

“Be with someone who you don’t have to hide from, in any way. Whether it’s your morning face before you’ve put any make up on, an embarrassing story about something that happened on your way home, or an ambition you’ve had since you were six years old … make sure you end up with someone who listens to and accepts all of it, and still loves you. A person you can tell your whole life to is a person worth spending a life with.”

– (via awelltraveledwoman)

Arty mynd af fallegasta nefi í heimi 🐱 #catsofinstagram #tómas  (at Herragarðurinn)

Arty mynd af fallegasta nefi í heimi 🐱 #catsofinstagram #tómas (at Herragarðurinn)

This is what love feels like! Litir eftir mánuð - in heaven! #newink #tattoo #koi  (at Reykjavik Ink)

This is what love feels like! Litir eftir mánuð - in heaven! #newink #tattoo #koi (at Reykjavik Ink)

Outfit of the Day  - 07.07.14

I know this looks almost nothing like anything I’ve worn this year so far but I’ve started playing around with this look, snap back and all. It’s comfort yet not boring. 

Boyfriend jeans are from H&M, shirt is Monki, the bra is VS and the hooddie is a trusty ensemble from American Apparel. The Snap back is a gift from a friend that I’ve started wearing non-ironically. Sunglasses are Ray Ban. 

We we’re going to Prikið for burgers and if you know Prikið, you know why I wore this outfit.


you know them moments when you look in the mirror and you think holy shit that’s me  because for some reason it feels like the person you’re looking at in the mirror is an unfamiliar stranger and you begin thinking about how you’re a person on a planet in a solar system in a galaxy in a universe and for a few minutes you ponder the origin and the meaning of existence and then shrug and return to your computer


     No one before Bernini had managed to make marble so carnal. In his nimble hands it would flatter and stream, quiver and sweat. His figures weep and shout, their torses twist and run, and arch themselves in spasms of intense sensation. He could, like an alchemist, change one material into another - marble into trees, leaves, hair, and, of course, flesh.  
     -   Simon Schama’s Power of Art. Bernini