♡ time to back off motherfucker ♡

and when it happens i’ll be miles away and a few months late didn’t know where we were running to but don’t look back

For an introvert like me, the best thing about national holidays like Juhannus (Midsummer), is how it leaves even the busiest city areas deserted. Everything is quiet and peaceful, with only a couple of tourists walking about, wondering where is everybody. Well, they’re in the sticks, of course. 

During Juhannus, Finns migrate in large numbers to the country, where drunken festivities wait for them in the form of primitive living conditions, disease-infested ticks, and billions of mosquitoes. Some of these people won’t make it back from the festivities. 

Every year there’s a large number of alcohol related deaths, especially drownings. Since the weather is a bit cold, my dead pool estimation for this Juhannus says that less than ten will most likely end up dead. Last year fourteen people died, and in 2015 nine died. During my tenure on this planet, the largest Juhannus casualties were in 1974, with 24 deaths.