Bookshops

Hello again people of the internet, I hope you are all as well as you can be... I myself am not doing too badly, for a change. I spent the last week or so in Cheltenham with my favourite person in the world, being us and doing 'us' sort of things. It never fails to amaze me how amazing it is that there is someone in the world who is so unbelievably wonderful who so much as knows of my existence. There is a person who knows me better than anybody else, tries to understand me and quite often succeeds, who is willing to hold my hand as we walk down the busy streets of towns and cities we visit together. Although he is made exactly of the same chemicals and substances that the other some 7 billion people in this world are made of, he is by far my favourite compilation. As a couple, It's true to say that we don't argue often and when we do, they're mostly disagreements that neither of us are willing to back down from, or more recently due to a lack of communication. Although I am unbelievably comfortable to talk to him about everything and anything, which for me is an incredible feeling having never felt that way before, he often struggles to audit his thoughts and feelings which I struggle with, thinking it's a lack of trust or love. I know of course, that I am wrong and I need to allow him to express himself as much as he sees fit, and quite often I know I jump to incorrect conclusions or I put my mask of paranoia on and I worry unnecessarily.
Despite minor disagreements that rusted a few minutes of our time together, the rest of the time spent together was perfect. We aren't a couple who likes to get up to too much at a time, some might even call us boring - each to their own I suppose - but we're happy in eachother's company. I spent many hours this week in the arms of my favourite person, in the comfort of his warmth and laughter watching our favourite TV programme, Catfish, and drinking a lot of Green tea.
We also visited the most magnificent bookshop near Montpellier, if you are in the near proximity of Cheltenham then I urge you to pay a visit to the three tiered bookshop full of wonderful and interesting books. I am a bookworm and there is nothing I love more than running my hands along shelves of books and running my fingertips through the pages. We spent at least an hour in the Art and History and Politics sections of the bookshop, as well as Travel and Photography and Architecture. We have a lot of common interests which makes our visits to places like bookshops easier.
This may be my second favourite bookshop I have visited in England, I liked it that much. Such an array of books and interests and a plethora of various ideas that inspire me and give me a rush of adrenaline.
My favourite, however, lies on the West coast of England in Falmouth, Cornwall. It goes by the name of "Beerwolf" and is a refurbished workers pub. Having a boyfriend from such a beautiful part of the country definitely has its perks when he introduced me to such a wonderful place. The bookshop is located inside of a pub, which can only be visited to be able to describe. It has a special place in my heart, and I will forever remember drinking from pint glasses with the faint smell of thick paged books alongside the smell of "pub".

I'm sorry this hasn't been the most interesting update, but I feel better for having written it all down. Stay golden x

feeling sad

Hello again bloggers/readers (that is of course if anybody besides me is actually reading this and I thank you dearly if you do read my rambling nonsense). Quick update on my life and how I have been these last few days - unfortunately I took really ill on return from Zakynthos and have been bed ridden for a whole week now with a really awful cough and light headedness etc. It's been a really awful week health wise and I mean that physically and mentally. It's been a tough one and thank god it's come to a close.
No doubt my sickness has taken it's toll on my mood and it's a real shame really because the weather has been absolutely wonderful. This grouchy mood resulted in an argument with the person I love the most in the world and regrettably I spent from late evening until the early hours of the morning in a state that used to be very familiar to me when things... weren't so great. It was frightening to see how easily that side of me could sneak back into my life. The paranoid and scared and alone draped in cynicism me awoke with sore eyes and a heavy head this morning.  It's overwhelmingly frightening to me to realise just how much I care about this one person. A molecular structure of atoms who no different to any other human walking the earth at this very second has the power to completely alter my mood and life with mere words, or more accurately, lack of them. For a very long time, pardon the cliche, everything about my life was incredibly dark. My moods, my thoughts, my general consciousness was bleak and pale and days passed me by like strangers on the streets and I was stuck in the same old rut of nothingness and pinned fake smiles until I was alone again and my true self would spill out. But meeting this person completely altered how I felt and dealt about and with things. From late winter to now my time has been consumed by the most wonderful person I have ever met. A thousand poets and paintings couldn't describe him to his true wonderfulness if they tried. I'd compare him to stars and writers and other beautiful things the world possesses if I thought they could match - but alas, they don't. What I have is a dark glittery eyed companion who fills me with the deepest happiness and wonder.  Sometimes it's all I can do to watch him from the folds of his duvet go about his day , getting dressed and standing in the mirror, drying his hair, all moments I wish I could capture and rewatch at a later time when I'm feeling alone. I love watching his eyes light up when he smiles at me, holding his hand as we walk down the street I can feel eyes of other girls burn into him and he doesn't even realise. He doesn't realise that clasping the palm of his hand is a bundle of insecurity and sadness which only he can remedy. Because it's true, nothing makes me feel more alive than even just listening to rain and music and lying in our mess and filth. From the laces of his Vans to his long dark eyelashes and everything in between; I love him. I love the small things that connect us to each other, like our matching freckles on our hands and feet, and our warped sense of humour.I love him enough to give me all of me, the good and the bad and he takes it. He never asks for more. There's nothing I wouldn't do to have him in my proximity. I love sitting in his jumper breathing in his smell combined with that of baking as we intertwine our bodies on the sofa in silence. The silence is one of the most beautiful things about us. Not that I don't love our talks, I appreciate every second we are talking, but our silences fill the gaps between those conversations and they almost tell him without words how grateful I am to have such a wondrous  person to call my own.

Best day ever yesterday, seriously. I spent the majority of it with my boyfriend, watching Disney films and drinking Frappe's and eating Mini Eggs and generally being cuddly and cute. I also got an unexpected (but turned out to be the best of my life) surprise from him - tickets to see The Weeknd in November. My excitement cannot be put into words, I am super excited and it was just yet another reason to be thankful that I have such a wonderful person to share my life with as it changes and progresses. He is honestly the best part of my life and it kind of scares me how much I care and think about him. I never really saw myself being someone who could pull off a long distance relationship and yet here we are, nearly three months in, and I'm the happiest I've been for years and years. However, the relationship is sure to be tested at Easter where we're separated for three whole weeks whilst we spend the holidays with our families at opposite ends of Europe.. but I think it makes us that much closer. The time we do have together is so wonderful and special and it's a welcome break from my usually hectic life where I spend a lot of my time upset or busy or other negative emotions.. he makes me feel like I do at home. I can't stop smiling and I feel at ease and happy and generally contented. I never thought I'd find that in a person, I don't know.

Welcome back to my not so interesting life that I like to document online. After two and a half years of having Dailybooth as pretty much my online diary, it was really surreal to suddenly go to almost a thousand words a day to none.. hence my return to blogging. It is a new environment and group of people so, if you don't know me this is probably going to be more interesting than if you do know me. And if you do know me, you may be surprised to find out some new things. Whoever you are, I hope you enjoy my blog which will consist of my opinions, my life choices, things that interest me etc. 

First things first, my name is Anna-Karin Sager. I'm 18 years old, and from the corner of the South West of England in a city called Bath. I'm also half Swedish, and I'd consider my other hometown to be Stockholm where I've spent every summer of my life since I was three years old, as well as Christmases and Easter and other half term holidays. I'm a rambler (which is probably already prominent) and I'm a very complicated person. I wouldn't say my life is boring, but many of the aspects of it is. 

This is me. A health enthusiast with a loud laugh and passion for life,

nice to meet you. I expect we'll get to know each other very well in the future,

all I wanted was a place to vent.