I'm Wilma. Girl. No dragon tattoo. I love theatre, fashion, music that makes me orgasm and taking pictures. I have split myself between three places (London-Stockholm-Tallinn), but my current hub is Tallinn. Wherever my circus goes, there's always a party. If the party does end, I watch cat videos and blog about it all. Check out my yearly summaries below to get to know me a bit better. If you have any questions: hemafruu@gmail.com.

Sunday, June 28, 2015

Diva by the Queen B

When Ian comes back from London for a brief week, you just clear your schedule and put on your dance shoes. No questions asked.

The magic cap that makes you feel like a Independent Woman, 
check :


Keep-the-rules-out-but-wisdom-in evening 
(spoiler alert, I managed to lose both by 4AM)


It's inconvenient to carry with a disco ball,
better wear shiny pants instead. #Fridaynightwin


Probably making a quick Skype call with granny:


Trying to touch her ass, but still too shy:


Džeišus!


Maybe we found the self-timer button on the camera
and totally over abused it.
So embrace yourselves...:


Ian and ze ladies:


He is now strong enough to lift me.
I HAVE WAITED TEN YEARS FOR THIS!


*khm* we're not actually blood relatives:


The perfect eyebrows trolleybus girl:


Connecting people:


London has done him justice.
He has lost extra weight and gained so much swag:


Perhaps we listened few Queen B tunes.


I love him despite the farts and ambulances:


More hotness than should be allowed:


Time to go out.
"Mirror, mirror on the wall,
who's the first one to fall on the dance floor?"


"Mom, I'm ueufejlaisfupa9ufoe":


While out we met some pretty cool people.
(when did Ian's chin got so hairy?):


Mr.Ingu!:

Meliss!:


Then I matched on Tinder with this handsome guy,
however going home with him did not seem an option:


"Promise not to have too much fun without me":

And the finding myself tucked in bed,
the cab ride, the memory gone from my head.

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