30. nov. 2011
Zooey Deschanel
“In an ideal world no one would talk before 10am. People would just hug, because waking up is really hard.”
Karma is only a bitch when you are
"From now on I will only reblog things that make me feel something really special. I will only post the poems that make my heart wrench, and pictures that surrounds me with longing, nostalgia and wanderlust."
Margaret Atwood: The Blind Assassin
“She stubs out her cigarette in the ashtray, then settles herself against him, ear to his chest. She likes to hear his voice this way, as if it begins not in his throat, but in his body, like a hum or a growl, or like a voice speaking from deep underground. Like the blood moving from her own heart: a word, a word, a word.”
17. nov. 2011
Dream Lessions
"It’s far past one, and I’m just waiting to hear you laughing through the wall with someone else. I’m just waiting for this to end the same way that everything ends. I should stop drinking so much tea before bed, I should stop sleeping with my window open, maybe I should just stop sleeping at all, because when I sleep I have all those dreams where he’s smiling in my bed, and then gone, and then I wake up and can’t look at you quite the same way anymore. I write letters that I don’t send, because I’m not sure about the price of post. I wander around with black rings under my eyes, I wander around with my umbrella when I don’t think it’s going to rain. There’s a song in my head that has nothing to do with anything but love. I just wonder why it always has to be this way. I wonder why the convenience store closes at eleven, and why moods like this make me want cigarettes and the cheapest whiskey I can find. I wonder why I can’t find a lighter anywhere, why my skin is getting dry as winter closes in, why the sun sets so early in this country and why I always lose the fucking words to say when I think of him."
Sierra DeMulder: Unrequited Love Poem
"You will be out with friends
when the news of her existence
will be accidentally spilled all over
your bar stool. Respond calmly
as if it was only a change in weather,
a punch line you saw coming.
After your fourth shot of cheap liquor,
leave the image of him kissing another woman
in the toilet.
In the morning, her name will be
in every headline: car crash, robbery, flood.
When he calls you, ignore the hundreds of ropes
untangling themselves in your stomach.
You are the best friend again. He invites
you over for dinner and you say yes
too easily. Remind yourself this isn’t special,
it’s only dinner, everyone has to eat.
When he greets you at the door, do not think
for one second you are the reason
he wore cologne tonight.
In his kitchen, he will hand-feed you
a piece of red pepper. His laugh
will be low and warm and it will make you
feel like candlelight. Do not think this is special.
Do not count on your fingers the number
of freckles you could kiss too easily.
Try to think of pilot lights and olive oil,
not everything you have every loved about him,
or it will suddenly feel boiling and possible
and so close. You will find her bobby pins
laying innocently on his bathroom sink.
Her bobby pins. They look like the wiry legs
of spiders, splinters of her undressing
in his bed. Do not say anything.
Think of stealing them, wearing them
home in your hair. When he hugs you goodbye,
let him kiss you on the forehead.
Settle for target practice.
At home, you will picture her across town
pressing her fingers into his back
like wet cement. You will wonder
if she looks like you, if you are two bedrooms
in the same house. Did he fall for her features
like rearranged furniture? When he kisses her,
does she taste like wet paint?
You will want to call him.
You will go as far as holding the phone
in your hand, imagine telling him
unimaginable things like you are always
ticking inside of me and I dream of you
more often than I don’t.
My body is a dead language
and you pronounce
each word perfectly.
Do not call him.
Fall asleep to the hum of the VCR.
She must make him happy.
She must be
She must be his favorite place in Minneapolis.
You are a souvenir shop, where he goes
to remember how much people miss him
when he is gone."
when the news of her existence
will be accidentally spilled all over
your bar stool. Respond calmly
as if it was only a change in weather,
a punch line you saw coming.
After your fourth shot of cheap liquor,
leave the image of him kissing another woman
in the toilet.
In the morning, her name will be
in every headline: car crash, robbery, flood.
When he calls you, ignore the hundreds of ropes
untangling themselves in your stomach.
You are the best friend again. He invites
you over for dinner and you say yes
too easily. Remind yourself this isn’t special,
it’s only dinner, everyone has to eat.
When he greets you at the door, do not think
for one second you are the reason
he wore cologne tonight.
In his kitchen, he will hand-feed you
a piece of red pepper. His laugh
will be low and warm and it will make you
feel like candlelight. Do not think this is special.
Do not count on your fingers the number
of freckles you could kiss too easily.
Try to think of pilot lights and olive oil,
not everything you have every loved about him,
or it will suddenly feel boiling and possible
and so close. You will find her bobby pins
laying innocently on his bathroom sink.
Her bobby pins. They look like the wiry legs
of spiders, splinters of her undressing
in his bed. Do not say anything.
Think of stealing them, wearing them
home in your hair. When he hugs you goodbye,
let him kiss you on the forehead.
Settle for target practice.
At home, you will picture her across town
pressing her fingers into his back
like wet cement. You will wonder
if she looks like you, if you are two bedrooms
in the same house. Did he fall for her features
like rearranged furniture? When he kisses her,
does she taste like wet paint?
You will want to call him.
You will go as far as holding the phone
in your hand, imagine telling him
unimaginable things like you are always
ticking inside of me and I dream of you
more often than I don’t.
My body is a dead language
and you pronounce
each word perfectly.
Do not call him.
Fall asleep to the hum of the VCR.
She must make him happy.
She must be
She must be his favorite place in Minneapolis.
You are a souvenir shop, where he goes
to remember how much people miss him
when he is gone."
30. okt. 2011
28. okt. 2011
John Lennon
“I believe in everything until it’s disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it’s in your mind. Who’s to say that dreams and nightmares aren’t as real as the here and now?”
24. okt. 2011
Maya Angelou
“I don’t know if I continue, even today, always liking myself. But what I learned to do many years ago was to forgive myself. It is very important for every human being to forgive herself or himself because if you live, you will make mistakes- it is inevitable. But once you do and you see the mistake, then you forgive yourself and say, ‘Well, if I’d known better I’d have done better,’ that’s all. So you say to people who you think you may have injured, ‘I’m sorry,’ and then you say to yourself, ‘I’m sorry.’ If we all hold on to the mistake, we can’t see our own glory in the mirror because we have the mistake between our faces and the mirror; we can’t see what we’re capable of being. You can ask forgiveness of others, but in the end the real forgiveness is in one’s own self. I think that young men and women are so caught by the way they see themselves. Now mind you. When a larger society sees them as unattractive, as threats, as too black or too white or too poor or too fat or too thin or too sexual or too asexual, that’s rough. But you can overcome that. The real difficulty is to overcome how you think about yourself. If we don’t have that we never grow, we never learn, and sure as hell we should never teach.”
Karma is only a bitch when you are
"He’s a terrible kisser, doesn’t know how to handle a girl who’s actually interested in him. He says ‘oh’ each time I kiss him, as if it comes as a huge surprise. But the kid reads poetry and listens to Bon Iver and Fleet Foxes. And he read a book I recommended. People don’t read the things I talk about. That’s got to count for something. We are going on adventures, climbing mountains, smoking cigarettes and thinking. Talking about, how school doesn’t teach you anything important. You never learn how to tell someone you love them. Or how to tell them you don’t. And when I left, I had this strange feeling in my chest. I felt like this was the first and the last time this was ever going to happen. Maybe that’s okay."
Sylvia Plath: The Bell Jar
“The floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther.”
Chuck Klosterman
“I wanted to write about people who were depressed, but not depressed for any kind of specific cataclysmic reason. I mean the high-school kid is kind of abstractly depressed, which I think is what a lot of people feel like. It’s not like they have anything bad about their lives. And if you were to ask them if they were depressed, they’d probably say no.”
12. okt. 2011
11. okt. 2011
John Irving
“When someone you love dies, and you’re not expecting it, you don’t lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time — the way the mail stops coming, and her scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in her closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of her that are gone. Just when the day comes — when there’s a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that she’s gone, forever — there comes another day, and another specifically missing part.”
Jane Austen
“There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well. The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it; and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of merit or sense.”
Kate Morton
“It is a cruel, ironical art, photography. The dragging of captured moments into the future; moments that should have been allowed to be evaporate into the past; should exist only in memories, glimpsed through the fog of events that came after. Photographs force us to see people before their future weighed them down…”
Charles Bukowski
“I will remember the kisses, our lips raw with love,
and how you gave me everything you had
and how I offered you what was left of me.”
and how you gave me everything you had
and how I offered you what was left of me.”
Unknown
"I believe in soul mates, but I don’t believe that everyone has one, or that everyone will find their soul mate, even if that person existed in the same historical era. I think it is possible for your soul mate to exist before or after you, and for you to find them through a book or a poem or a song."
7. okt. 2011
Hunter S. Thompson
“Sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whiskey and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested.”
1. okt. 2011
Hunter S. Thompson
“I wouldn’t recommend sex, drugs or insanity for everyone, but they’ve always worked for me.”
Clay Shirky
"Creating something personal, even of moderate quality, has a different kind of appeal than consuming something made by others, even of high quality."
30. sep. 2011
27. sep. 2011
Tracy Emin
“Oh Christ, I just wanted you to fuck me and then I became greedy, I wanted you to love me.”
Salvador Plascencia
“I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds – but I think of you always in those intervals.”
21. sep. 2011
19. sep. 2011
Nicole Krauss: Great House
“She struggled with her sadness, but tried to conceal it, to divide it into smaller and smaller parts and scatter these in places she thought no one would find them.”
Neil Gaiman
“I really don’t know what ‘I love you’ means. I think it means ‘Don’t leave me here alone.’"
Ajahn Sumedho
“We suffer a lot in our society from loneliness. So much of our life is an attempt to not be lonely: ‘Let’s talk to each other; Let’s do things together so we won’t be lonely.’ And yet inevitably, we are really alone in these human forms. We can pretend; We can entertain each other, but that’s about the best we can do. When it comes to the actual experience of life, we’re very much alone, and to expect anyone else to take away our loneliness is asking too much.”
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
“If you want to build a ship, don’t drum up people together to collect wood and don’t assign them tasks and work, but rather teach them to long for the endless immensity of the sea.”
15. sep. 2011
Brian Andreas
“She left pieces of her life behind her everywhere she went. It’s easier to feel the sunlight without them, she said.”
Karma is only a bitch when you are
"Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you’ve felt that way."
F. Scott Fitzgerald
“I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.”
Abraham Lincoln
“Good things come to those who wait, but only the things left over by those who hustle.”
4. sep. 2011
A Good Year: Max Skinner
French: "Pardonne mes lèvres. Elles trouvent la joie dans les endrois les plus inhabituels."
English: "Forgive my lips. They find joy in the most unusual places."Danish: "Tilgiv mine læber. De fornøjer sig på de mest usædvanlige steder."
29. aug. 2011
Alan Cohen
“Wouldn’t it be powerful if you fell in love with yourself so deeply that you would do just about anything if you knew it would make you happy? This is precisely how much life loves you and wants you to nurture yourself. The deeper you love yourself, the more the universe will affirm your worth. Then you can enjoy a lifelong love affair that brings you the richest fulfillment from inside out.”
Elizabeth Scott
“I want to say something else, something that will help, but when I look at her I know, suddenly, that anything I say won’t make a difference at all. That’s the other thing those books always lie about. They always make everything okay in the end, but that’s not how life works. There are some things that can’t be fixed.”
26. aug. 2011
24. aug. 2011
Jonathan Safran Foer: Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
“Does it break my heart, of course, every moment of every day, into more pieces than my heart was made of, I never thought of myself as quiet, much less silent, I never thought about things at all, everything changed, the distance that wedged itself between me and my happiness wasn’t the world, it wasn’t the bombs and burning buildings, it was me, my thinking, the cancer of never letting go, is ignorance bliss, I don’t know, but it’s painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think, I’ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.”
C.S. Lewis
“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.”
Le Love
"I used to be the girl that hoped for the most amazing love; and when I met him, I knew I'd found it. He was everything a young girl would fall for: mysterious, unattainable, older, good looking, and such a smooth talker. Being a young girl in high school, it didn't take me long before I couldn't get him off my mind, before I caught myself waiting by the phone for his text message, before I started changing myself to accommodate his expectations. He became my addiction, and I could not stop thinking about him. The first time we hooked up, I was more than ecstatic because that validated that he (or at least, I thought) had feelings for me too, and that he wanted me as well. Right before he kissed me, he said, "I don't want a relationship, but I want you." Being the naive sixteen year old that I was, I took that with a grain of salt, thinking to myself that I could easily change his mind. I just wanted him so badly - it's like, when they say don't push the big red button, its all you want to do. Everyone warned me about him, about how he was a player, about how he was emotionally unavailable, but I was determined to be the exception. I was determined to change that about him. I wanted to be the girl who the player fell in love with - because I knew I could be that girl.
We continued to hook up all the time, but he still wasn't budging. I was giving him everything: hook ups whenever he wanted, but with no strings attached - he got to keep his options open while getting the pretty blonde sixteen year old that no other guy had ever come close to getting.
Why did I let him do this to me? Still, to this day, it baffles me. I was taking from him what I could get, because I liked him so fucking much. He treated me like a friend, he talked to and texted crazy amounts of other girls, used me as a last resort to his plans, but still got me. One hundred percent of me. And I hardly ever even got a stitch of him. He was an asshole, he was a douche bag, he was a jerk. Don't get me wrong though, he was real nice about it - always made sure I knew that the "only reason" why he wouldn't date me was because of school. I knew deep down that was bullshit - my mom always told me, "if a guy really likes you, no matter what is in the way, he will get you. He will WANT to be with you. No matter what." This boy was a master manipulator, and you know, the players always are. They know exactly what to say to the girls who like them to get them exactly where they want. He knew I liked him so much, and he took advantage of it.
And at the end of the day, I ended up with nothing. Why? Because I got fed up - confronted him and put my foot down. I told him it was either all or nothing with me, and he chose nothing. After everything I did for him, after all the bullshit I put up with, he wanted nothing. He said, "you know, to be completely honest, I don't think I ever liked you nearly as much as you liked me." After ages of caring about him, the next day, he was already with someone else.
Here's a word of advice to all those naive girls out there: listen to your intuition. When the red flags come up, don't ignore them. Listen to what people say. Because although infatuation may be the strongest emotion you'll ever feel, heartbreak is much, much more painful, and takes much longer to conquer. I didn't listen to my gut, I didn't listen to my head. I listened to my heart, and I got burnt. I got burnt.
I'm still getting over the heartbreak, I take it day by day. Some days are worse than others, there will be times where I'll wake up in the middle of the night screaming thoughts in my mind about him. Other times I'll be able to put things into perspective and know that I can do better. The player will have a power over you like no one else - he'll be able to make you feel like you're the one at fault, like you're worthless, like you're the one who fucked everything up.
Don't date the player.
Please."
We continued to hook up all the time, but he still wasn't budging. I was giving him everything: hook ups whenever he wanted, but with no strings attached - he got to keep his options open while getting the pretty blonde sixteen year old that no other guy had ever come close to getting.
Why did I let him do this to me? Still, to this day, it baffles me. I was taking from him what I could get, because I liked him so fucking much. He treated me like a friend, he talked to and texted crazy amounts of other girls, used me as a last resort to his plans, but still got me. One hundred percent of me. And I hardly ever even got a stitch of him. He was an asshole, he was a douche bag, he was a jerk. Don't get me wrong though, he was real nice about it - always made sure I knew that the "only reason" why he wouldn't date me was because of school. I knew deep down that was bullshit - my mom always told me, "if a guy really likes you, no matter what is in the way, he will get you. He will WANT to be with you. No matter what." This boy was a master manipulator, and you know, the players always are. They know exactly what to say to the girls who like them to get them exactly where they want. He knew I liked him so much, and he took advantage of it.
And at the end of the day, I ended up with nothing. Why? Because I got fed up - confronted him and put my foot down. I told him it was either all or nothing with me, and he chose nothing. After everything I did for him, after all the bullshit I put up with, he wanted nothing. He said, "you know, to be completely honest, I don't think I ever liked you nearly as much as you liked me." After ages of caring about him, the next day, he was already with someone else.
Here's a word of advice to all those naive girls out there: listen to your intuition. When the red flags come up, don't ignore them. Listen to what people say. Because although infatuation may be the strongest emotion you'll ever feel, heartbreak is much, much more painful, and takes much longer to conquer. I didn't listen to my gut, I didn't listen to my head. I listened to my heart, and I got burnt. I got burnt.
I'm still getting over the heartbreak, I take it day by day. Some days are worse than others, there will be times where I'll wake up in the middle of the night screaming thoughts in my mind about him. Other times I'll be able to put things into perspective and know that I can do better. The player will have a power over you like no one else - he'll be able to make you feel like you're the one at fault, like you're worthless, like you're the one who fucked everything up.
Don't date the player.
Please."
Nadine Rose Larter
“Isn’t that the tragedy of growing up though? One day you wake up and realize that everything you are and everything you feel is not much different from what everyone else feels.”
Anne Morrow Lindbergh
“It’s terribly amusing how many different climates of feeling one can go through in a day.”
Jay Asher
“If you hear a song that makes you cry and you don’t want to cry anymore, you don’t listen to that song anymore. But you can’t get away from yourself. You can’t decide not to see yourself anymore. You can’t decide to turn off the noise in your head.”
Le Love
"I am a true believer that the love between girl friends is something to be cherished, and never to be taken for granted. I’ve developed these beliefs because a year ago I lost two of the most wonderful friends anyone could have asked for. I completely, one hundred percent, took them for granted.
I’ve been through a lot in the past year; my first real apartment, job loss, a break up, and a move 1,300 miles away from my home of twenty-two years. These are the kind of things that are supposed to be discussed over a bottle of wine, or two, with your best girl friends. I laugh, cried, and celebrated alone. Most of my tears were shed not for the losses of a job or a boyfriend but for the loss of friendship.
You see I made some mistakes a year ago and instead of owning up to them, I denied everything. I tried to scheme my way out in the hopes of it all being forgotten in a few weeks time. Like high school drama… there one day, gone the next. Except this wasn’t high school; it was drama that I had brought onto myself. My friends called me out on my bullshit, with what were probably the best intentions, and instead of owning my mistakes I accused my friends of lying. They weren’t. Not even a little bit.
My denial, lies, and selfishness caused me to lose two people who I had considered family. They were done with my crap, and they had every right. Hell, if I were my friend, I’d have done the same thing. I am completely willing to admit (now) that I was the one in the wrong. I will forever regret the choices that I made."
I’ve been through a lot in the past year; my first real apartment, job loss, a break up, and a move 1,300 miles away from my home of twenty-two years. These are the kind of things that are supposed to be discussed over a bottle of wine, or two, with your best girl friends. I laugh, cried, and celebrated alone. Most of my tears were shed not for the losses of a job or a boyfriend but for the loss of friendship.
You see I made some mistakes a year ago and instead of owning up to them, I denied everything. I tried to scheme my way out in the hopes of it all being forgotten in a few weeks time. Like high school drama… there one day, gone the next. Except this wasn’t high school; it was drama that I had brought onto myself. My friends called me out on my bullshit, with what were probably the best intentions, and instead of owning my mistakes I accused my friends of lying. They weren’t. Not even a little bit.
My denial, lies, and selfishness caused me to lose two people who I had considered family. They were done with my crap, and they had every right. Hell, if I were my friend, I’d have done the same thing. I am completely willing to admit (now) that I was the one in the wrong. I will forever regret the choices that I made."
Osho
“Sadness gives depth. Happiness gives height. Sadness gives roots. Happiness gives branches. Happiness is like a tree going into the sky, and sadness is like the roots going down into the womb of the earth. Both are needed, and the higher a tree goes, the deeper it goes, simultaneously. The bigger the tree, the bigger will be its roots. In fact, it is always in proportion. That’s its balance.”
23. aug. 2011
22. aug. 2011
21. aug. 2011
Tankevæggen
"Jeg er mere bange for små menneskemængder, for i de store kan man gemme sig i mængden."
16. aug. 2011
11. aug. 2011
Le Love
It’s not that I think you’re not important when you don’t have anyone, because I don’t. I truly don’t. I believe you can never really know what you want in someone else until you know yourself – completely and wholly - when you only have yourself to rely on. I know far too many people who are in relationships of comfort – because they don’t want to be alone. And it’s sad, because they rely so much on this social institution for validation. I am proud to say I have dealt with loneliness, and I’m not afraid of it. I am not afraid of my independence and I am not afraid of my own company. I am proud to say I have become a strong, level-headed person because I have had such a long time to consider myself and my surroundings and my feelings and my opinions with a clear head, one that is not muddled by the fog of a relationship and love and my heart. For these reasons I am glad it’s taken me this long to find someone, because I think when it happens, I’ll be able to handle it and make the most of it.
But fuck, sometimes I just get sick of being lonely. I get sick of having to rely on myself and my imagination for any kind of deeper mental or emotional stimulation. It’s getting to a point now where, I’ve had way too much time to think. My heart is forming cobwebs because the people I met, the experiences I’ve had so far, just aren’t cutting it. I think my imagination has had far too much time to become so specific in designing what my heart wants, I’m scared reality is just never going to compare. How can it? I never really gave it a chance. I’m torn between wanting only the best for myself and impatience. How much longer is it really going to take?
I feel like it’s impossible because I’ve made it impossible. I want magic. I want to feel such an intense pull towards someone it’s like our worlds just crashed into each other, changing them and me and everything I thought I knew. I want fireworks, and butterflies and magnetism, something tumultuous and huge and exciting and new. I want something to pull me out of myself and my head and my over-analysis and make me feel again, because I’ve forgotten. And I don’t think I can get it back on my own. But I’m scared I’m waiting out for a super unrealistic ideal that I’ve created for myself. I’m scared I’m chasing nothing. And every day it’s getting harder and harder to have faith in myself and everything I believe in.
10. aug. 2011
4. aug. 2011
Bruce Lee
"A wise man can learn more from a foolish question than a fool can learn from a wise answer."
Per Vers: Musikbilen: Frank Hvam
"Når man ser en mand sidde i en bil med vinduerne nede og høj musik væltende ud, så tænker man 'sikke en idiot'. Men i det øjeblik man selv sidder inde i bilen med armen ude af vinduet, så virker det egentlig helt naturligt. Ens yndlingsnummer blæser ud af højtalerne, mens man tænker 'Det er jo sådan her, jeg er'. For musikbilen er selvbedragerisk. Den skaber en ny virkelighed, hvor man selv er helten. I musikbilen skal man ikke betale regninger, man er ikke for tyk. I musikbilen har man ikke fodsvamp. I det øjeblik musikken bliver slukket, er man igen bare en ordinær person, der har glemt at handle ind. Og så træder man direkte ud i en hundelort. Det værste, der kan ske, er, at ens kæreste banker på ruden og spørger ' Er du faldet i søvn?', mens man tænker 'Hvordan ku' du skat? Jeg var prins.' Måske er den virkelige verden bare blevet for kedelig. Vi lever i en oplyst tid. Alle sten er vendt. Der er ikke en vild og uudforsket Borneoø tilbage, hvor der ikke har været en tyk dansk turist. Gud er død, mystikken er væk. Når man endelig finder et nyt dyr, så er det jo ikke en snabelgiraf, men en ny underart af møl. Engang kunne man forestille sig, at der på den anden side af bakken boede en drage. Nu ved vi, at der bor en pædofil, der hedder Poul. Det har man set på TV2 News. Dengang var manuelt arbejde jo ikke kedeligt. Når man hakkede roer og hørte en lyd. Huh. Så kunne det være en bjergtrold. I dag er det bare en printer, der går i gang. Der er ikke noget at sige til, at vi sommetider sætter os ind i den bil, starter musikken og drømmer os væk. Verden er blevet kedelig, og vi er blevet Harry Potter suckers."
26. jul. 2011
Benjamin E. Mays
"It must be borne in mind that the tragedy of life does not lie in not reaching your goal. The tragedy of life lies in having no goal to reach."
21. jul. 2011
Khalil Gibran
"If you love somebody, let them go. For if they return they were always yours. And if they don't, they never were."
18. jul. 2011
spacemermaid: Parforhold er en syg konstellation
"Vi har alle ar. Nogle klør stadig. Faktisk dater vi ikke et andet menneske, men vedkommendes samlede neuroser. Hvordan vi opfører os er egentlig uden betydning - vi har i virkeligheden blot et forhold til en anden persons fortid, forældre og barndom. Al smerten projiceres over på partneren. Vi er heldige, hvis vi kommer ud af det med fornuften i behold … eller har matchende neuroser."
Giana Factory: Bloody Game
"You should cut up my vein. See if you find yourself in my blood stream."
12. jul. 2011
Fight Club: Tyler Durden
"We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War is a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives."
C. G. Jung
„The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.”
11. jul. 2011
10. jul. 2011
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