crazy little thing called love // quarantine covers

day went and day is now gone. will make a more concrete 'diary' tomorrow. it is now tomorrow! it's warm and it's sunny and i got a great grade in my shakespeare assignment and things are, if not good, then okay at least. i watched a movie with a special someone yesterday and may i just say, bless technology? it's come such a far way in my lifetime, let alone anyone else's who is no longer a teen x) but for real, i remember the days of 'three, two, one, press play now!' and crappy bbc sherlock streams and waiting for youtube videos to load at 144p. could not imagine living any time other than now. well, that, and all the human rights we have now. kinda need those more, even more than internet. can you believe it's been a week of these crappy covers? one more week and i'm out of quarantine, into lockdown easter fun times. yay? the thing is, my town is pretty empty these days and our lockdown is voluntary, so i will definitely be taking my bike for a ride somewhere where there's never any people, into a forest, something, because seeing the same place is so tiring. you never realise how much you miss things until they're gone. i wanna go out into the big city! ride filthy buses! drive around the national theatre and i won't even get pissed off at people not turning on turn signals! instead, i'm stuck inside singing songs by other people and writing poetry that describes a hand reaching out into the world, hoping for someone to hold it. kinda sad, kinda poetic, 100% tired of this situation. find me: instagram:   / lena.tosenberger