Icka

Twenty years old, lives near Stockholm. Writes, sings with a false voice, takes fotos, changing and changing again. Blonde hair and blue eyes and have too many opinions about almost everything. Poop words, hates (like animal abuse), never do anything someone tells me to do and is simply a tough bastard, but only sometimes. Have no dialect, but full of hope. Berlin is my favourite city and if I have to choose just one place to spend the rest of my life, it will be just that city. Berlin. Forever and ever. Or Hamburg.

And I love unicorns. Welcome!