Two months absence…

Hi and welcome back to the faerieland!

Sooo I have been gone for two months…If I could explain it in words they would probably be identity crisis and soul searching. I totally went out in space and questioned everything I could ever question in my life. So yeah, I got off track there for a second (2 months..). It was quite scary. I didn’t recognize myself in anything, my mind, my behaviour, what my life currently is, my face-EVERYTHING was thorn down to pieces and analysed!

I went so deep within myself and to become myself again I had to turn and ask my 14-15 year old self what the fuck I was doing. I snapped out of it, and here I am world!

When I was 14-15, I was a humble young lady confident enough to break all the rules, thinking she’s the hottest shit in town. I had outlandish self control and self love enough to carry myself through the latter terrible years of middle school. The other night I even found some old videos of me, capturing myself on good days in good moods. It makes me happy to see her smiling, it makes me think that all those years where not all bad all the time after all. ūüôā

14-15 year old Linn√©a, I rise my tea cup for you and I’m really fighting to emerge from this selfharming state of mind. I really am! I admire you!

Don’t jude a girl by her middle finger. Selfie from 2012


Viola whimsical


Playing around with outfits

Greetings! Welcome to the faerieland.
Today I’ve been creating outfits, mostly whimsical ones. Yesterday I played around with nature themed outfits. Like the one below

Today I’ve been playing around with my other more colourful whimsical clothes. I opened my eyes to some different ways to style my outfits, with lace shirts, basic tank tops and t shirts! 

It was super fun and I think it’s a treat for the eyes, to look at so many details and colours! 

/Viola Whimsical

Change is in the air

I can feel the change in the air, especially so clear today.

I feel like a¬†strong force today.¬†I’m a bit angry.¬†I¬†feel like throwing away all my shit. Just live in my room without any clutter. Throw¬†away all my non nature inspired clothes and just live in my oversized dresses and skirts.

I took my daily walk, only much earlier than I usally walk, and It was amazing. I totally forgot how amazing it is to walk early in the morning. I feel so connected to mother nature. At the same time as I felt really connected to nature I felt so disconnected to mankind.¬†I often think long and hard on this subject. Why is mankind so hateful? So false? So vain? So disrespectful? The list is goes on and on.¬†It is so clear to me today, I mean, it kind of ¬†always is in the back of my head but it was so very clear today. I will not participate.¬†In fact, I refuse.¬†I will live in the forest in a cottage, go to work and do grocery shopping and run other errands like going to the bank and to my psychologist in a town, but that’s it. I’ve totally had it.

The world is cruel and I’m sensitive and I don’t recordnize the way most people¬†aspires to¬†live their life. I have no intentions of ever living in a big town,¬†climbing the status ladder, owning expensive brand shit and having a high status job, on concrete streets¬†filled with¬†”everything you need”.

No. In fact It doesn’t have everything I need. I need trees, I need fresh air, I need flowers. I need brooks and wilderness. I need SPACE.

I feel like when I was¬†younger ¬†I watched this kind of life from a far distance, dreaming of it, seeing it from a small town person perspective. Very exotic. And¬†I always got told¬†that¬†everyone is so much more openminded in the cities, that’s what really attracted me. Then I went to school in a greater city, got sick from all the stress and unnatural inviroments. The city and all It’s competitive¬†humans¬†drained all¬†my energy.¬†I realised I didn’t fit in after all.

My much more quicker recovery than expected depended a lot on getting back to the daily forest walks and runs when I returned home.

When I get healthy enough to work, I’m going to save as much as I can to pursue my dream of living in the forest. Without stress, without interacting with too many humans. Just with those¬†people¬†who I’ve chosen¬†to getting to be a apart of my life.

I get more sensitive for each day. I never watch the news for example. It breaks my heart. The time has come. The storm has passed. I need to get my life together. Get healthy in both my mental and physical state, which I’m well on my way to being.¬†Getting¬†my drivers license, get a job and off we go. Into the forest, away from this cruel world, and into my own that I’ve cultivated.

Ohh, how I long for that day, when I’m sitting in my cottage, in the middle of the forest.

Best of wishes,

/Viola Whimsical


My fashion journey so far in text

Hi all.

I’d like to¬†write about something fun.

Fashion! (must resist urge to burst out singing along to the tune of fashion by David Bowie)

To me It’s always been so much more than just wearing what you think looks good, something much deeper. I’ve always felt an urge to express myself through different mediums, like drawing, writing and crafting but also through fashion.

Let me take you back…where my journey with fashion started.

I’ve always been a very feminine person. I liked dressing up as typical feminine characters like princesses and really kind of¬†feminine versions of everything.

I remember that I was probably around 7 years old and I¬†wanted to wear my favourite dress to school, mom said no and I got so upset, I just really badly wanted to be extra cute for school. ¬†Next step in my fashion journey was around when I, a 10 year old sat down with my mom¬†because I wanted to talk to her about my clothes, I just said that I didn’t want her to buy me any more colourful clothes, I had seen like¬†2 really cool alternative looking people in my hometown and I desperately wanted to befriend them, except they where about 15 and didn’t¬†exactly want to hang out¬†with a 10 year old. I just thought those people¬†where so beautiful, I was never uneasy around them or feeling scared by their look.

Around 2007 (when I was 10) there where a youth magazine called ”Okej”¬†in Sweden. I was subcribed to them and I was flicking through one of them and I saw this ad for the shop called ”shock”. The ad was really intriguing so I searched up the website and¬†the¬†fashion¬†those cool people I’d seen before wear where all¬†pretty much there.

I stalked that website for so many years, and when I finally got to the physical store in Stockholm, I died of excitement. That is where my fashion journey really started, because I’d gotten my hands on some exciting clothing and I just wanted to¬†never wear anything else but them.¬†I’ve always been¬†a whole lot more on a¬†higher level than regular people when I feel a certain feeling. Like when I’m happy I feel really really happy and with all other feelings too, they’re kind of exaggerated ( I guess?).

So maybe you can imagine what all that excitement and happiness did to me,  finding that kind of fashion changed my life, both in a good and bad way. Good because I felt right at home, switching from different colours and styles. Until I was 14. I took it way too seriously. It became a commitment to me, taking everything so literally. It stressed me out in my teens, I was supposed to keep my alternative look together and get good grades and work out and aah I just feel anxious writing about those years.

People started saying that¬†I was weird looking,¬†maybe¬†because I shifted styles of clothing¬†so much, I wanted to be a sweet lolita,¬†goth, fairy kei, punk, decora…¬†you name it.¬†Miight¬†have been standing out from the crowd a bit since¬†my hometown is so, so¬†small. ¬†They didn’t get me. I started surpressing my eclectic side in fashion to become full blown dark looking, because people could easily ask why I was wearing that and I could just point to goth, now they had a word and could easily look it up if they wanted, maybe that made me less of a weirdo. They could see that I was inside a box as well, because forbid all those who break out of them. I was now limiting myself, putting myself in a strict¬†box where I didn’t belong. Everything I put on my body had to be dark colour and everything just fell apart. I pretty much lost my love for fashion because of this.

But then,¬†in my very late teens and now, soon at 20¬†I stopped taking everything so seriously and just started expressing my feelings, my love for clothing and celebrating¬†my own unique human being on¬†days¬†when I feel like it instead…

Life is seriously too short to be lived inside of a box society created to easily identify and limit people.¬†There’s¬†really no harm in breaking out of them, expressing your own personal fashion style. It’s so much more fun out of there, I promise.

To me fashion is fun, a symbol of freedom, experimental, not too serious, a way of expressing feelings and artistic visions.

I wrote this, not only for my blog but for myself to look back on whenever I get confused by all these boxes people want me to go inside of.

I’m a¬†very eclectic person, never have been anything other than that, never will be. I like the freedom of it you know. I just really like being free and able to do what I want.



/Viola Whimsical 









Update: Dreams coming true! (longing for a new forest home in the autumn)

Hi all!

Welcome back to my blog.

I’m so happy. I feel like I’ve found peace in my mind. First of all, I’m continuing to feel stable in my mind. I take forest¬†walks outside each day,¬†and started my weightloss journey¬†for real. My future is bright like the stars in the sky. I feel so inspired to do good things for myself, which is kind of ”new” to me since I always tend to put other people before myself, while feeling down and feeling like I’m not worth the hassle of taking the time to do good for myself.

With that said, I got even bigger¬†plans for the¬†autumn…¬†A big dream coming true….

*Deep breath*

I’m (probably) finally moving!


It’s truly all I ever wanted, and with my forever love too! And I wrote (probably)moving¬†because you never know what happends… the houses we’re looking at now, might not be availible later. But our goal is to be moving to¬†a forest home¬†some time¬†during autumn.

I’m truly so happy you guys… I want to cry, actually I’m crying right now…

That’s what I love about life, it can all change for the better in just months or weeks. Even if you have a horrible illness or had a hard life, or both, everything might change over one night! Just hold on!

From the


blessed be )O(

//Viola Whimsical




Thoughts on the ”IDGAF”-attitude


Today I thought I would write a little bit on the ”I don’t give a fuck”-attitude that I strive towards to have in  life.


japanese, quote, and japan-bild

The thing I mean when I write ”IDGAF”- attitude is the act of taking care of yourself when society and people in general try to change you or bring you down. It is not equal to not caring about everyone else and be a complete douchebag. I also mean that a ”IDGAF”-attitude includes the ability to trust your gut feeling and not value what other people say too much and absolutely not more than your own opinions on yourself and your life.


Take care of eachother!

/ Viola Whimsical










Idag t√§nkte jag att jag skulle skriva lite p√• ”I don’t give a fuck”-attityden jag str√§var efter att ha i livet.

japanese, quote, and japan-bild

Det jag menar n√§r jag skriver ”IDGAF”-attityd √§r akten att ta hand om sig sj√§lv n√§r samh√§llet och andra personer √∂verhuvudtaget, f√∂rs√∂ker √§ndra dig eller s√•ra dig. Notera att den h√§r attityden √§r inte lika med att aldrig bry sig om andra och vara en skitst√∂vel. Jag  menar √§ven att en ”IDGAF”-attityd inkluderar f√∂rm√•gan att lita p√• sin magk√§nsla och inte v√§rdera vad andra m√§nniskor s√§ger f√∂r mycket samt att absolut inte v√§rdera de √•sikterna mer √§n sina egna √•sikter p√• sig sj√§lv och sitt liv.


Ta hand om varandra!

/Viola Whimsical

The ideal life according to me

There are a lot of diffrent versions about how a ideal life is for every person. My own vision of the ideal, perfect life for me in the future is living a peacefull quiet life out in the forest, near nature and the animals where I feel most at home. To have a little cabin that I decorated myself. Lots of pets. (Cat and guinea pigs is on top of the list.) I’d also like a creativity-room where I can sew, draw, paint, build, design and just let it look like a creative mess. The rest of the house will be decorated cosy, elegant, faerietalish, light and dark in the diffrent rooms. A lot of things and a lot of storage. Here is some inspiration I found at weheart it!

autumn, fall, and house-bild


house, cottage, and forest-bild

house, forest, and home-bild

flowers, house, and garden-bild

nature, forest, and house-bild


/Viola Whimsical






Det finns många olika visioner om hur ett idealiskt liv ser ut för alla olika människor. Min egen vision om hur ett perfekt liv ser ut i framtiden är att leva ett stillsamt liv ute i skogen, nära naturen och djuren där jag känner mig mest hemma. Ha en liten stuga som jag inrett själv. Många husdjur. (Katt och marsvin ligger högt på listan.) Ett kreativitetsrum där jag kan sy, måla, rita, bygga,  designa och ha det hur rörigt som helst. Resterande delen av huset inrett mysigt, elegant, sagolikt, ljust och mörkt i olika rum. Mycket saker och mycket förvarning. Här är lite inspo jag hittade på weheart it!

autumn, fall, and house-bild


house, cottage, and forest-bild

house, forest, and home-bild

flowers, house, and garden-bild

nature, forest, and house-bild


/Viola Whimsical

I wish

I wish I had the motivation to get my art projects done and make my visions reality. Sadly I’m not there yet.

 I might be climbing up from the dark pit that is depression but I have so much work to do on myself in order to get on with life. I have to clean up after my depression that hopefully have left for a while… it’s not a “pretty” sight. I need to woooooorkkkkkk on myself. Starting right now. 

But I’ll never forget to love myself FIRST ever again!‚ô°

/ Viola Whimsical