From my mother I got a warm heart and from my father I got endless thirst, also I cry like the farmer's wife every time I climb on the top of the highest platform in Estonia (which is like 3m). Basically that altogether makes me utterly Estonian.
AGA KAS TÕESTI MINU KODUMAA ON NII ILUS VÄ? HING JÄÄB KINNI SIUKSE ASJA PEALE!:
We were just chilling at our summer cottage near Jäneda and went to see Kakerdaja Fen, which was amazing. Furthermore, we managed to see a baby viper and I am truly fascinated by snakes, creep as I am. Kaur not so much.
Never could I ever live in a big city.
Maybe little bit of "Meeletu" inside me?
"Go home, hippie. Your Woodstock is over!"
Still high from Ott's birthday
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