This played in the house yesterday. Made me think of times with R. Times of castles and dreams that flew away. All that that once were. All the me I am no longer. I am no longer longing to find those dreams but I would love it if I could manage to create some new. That would be nice. There is hope and will. They should benefit me. Travels don’t come if you don’t take that step out and walk through time out of the door. The door. The goddamn door. The heartbreak that is left here inside at alm time is nothing more or less than the fearful hope of doing it again. Loving another person close enough to mirror or reflect what I had with you. Mosaics. Lives. It’s so simple it makes me want to throw away those words. But travels don’t come if you don't take a step. One step is enough. C'mon feet. I will do this.

I see this. All the time in you.

I love that feeling : Maybe he lied too.

Maybe they can show me the way.

#noregrets only egrets. And coffee.

A bit over the top, but I like it when he says holy hell.  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Fls7OCxon8 Gina Tsai, 9 months ago: I very enjoy the video, but I can't understanding the words from 00:45 to 01:09 because I'm not a native speaker and poor at listening, can someone tell me what is he saying? Cæcilie, 8 minutes ago: Dear Gina. I have written it down from 00:45 to a bit longer than 1:09, this is where I thought it to end better in text writing - however it seems he says "crevices" and not "crevasses" as I first thought. The two of them or kind of opposing each other and refers to cracks in mountains or fractures between rocks on mountains: I like that it could sound like both. This way the dream is more surreal. Here goes: "To move away from the ledge. To move away from a certain inevitable life that had somehow been determined for me. A life that had somehow become my only option. It had been my life for two years and I accepted that. I had not embraced it. But I had.. Accepted it. It was where I belonged. As much as it didn't appeal to me. As much as I yearned for the rivers and mountains and trees. As much as I yearned to hear their songs. To hear their.. poetry. It was apparent that what I yearned for wasn't decided by me, it was decided for me. So I did the only thing I could do, the only thing I should do. I prepared myself to embrace this life. I sucked it up and took a deep breath,  placed my hands on the edge of the cliff, began to lower myself on to the rocks protruding from the edge. I buried my fingers deep into the crevices and slowly began to lower myself down. Down into the vast valley that had become my life. But then.. then this girl. Holy Hell.. This Girl."

I love moths.

Dans la maison.

Frédéric CHOPIN - Nocturnes - complete.

Thank you minimælk - I will go out in the world and follow my dreams!

Dirty and clever. Reminds me of traveling through life, getting by, washing clothes at your sister’s place, sleeping on peoples couches, drinking till noon, but never destroying something beautiful, devil woman, innocent girl, walking around in her town with herself. I have some things to hide.

"How to turn your tomatoes into ladybugs."

Less comfortable.

In my own skin I am comfortable.

In my own skin I feel beautiful.

I feel less comfortable in my own language however, that

is of a different matter.

It has come to my attention that I hardly ever feel at ease speaking

in my native tongue.

In my own language I feel harsh, disgusting and ugly.

I obsess about language. 

I obsess about sentences.

I obsess about pronounciation, tone and sound. Truth and everything.

In order for me to come to terms with my obsession - I must talk, use.

I find myself in a catch-22, for it is the talking that hurts.

I feel obliged to speak in my mother tongue, to honour my father.

I feel less comfortable in my own understanding of language.

I am aware that that’s a lonely world.

I am sorry if at times I fail to speak correctly. My mistakes are inevitable.

I will learn from this failure and keep trying. The painting is still white.

I will die knowing that you should raise yourself from the ashes.

I will never come to terms with things. Never settle for less. Never stop.

"I suppose that you suspect me of pseudo intellectual flimflam" - Apple Dictionary

I seriously need to get my finger out of my ass.