Denne er bare så utrolig vakker og avslappende. Hørte den for første gang i går, og er allerede helt frelst, jeg. Lana sitt nyeste album, som kom ut på Spotify i går, er bare så utrolig bra og behagelig å høre på, og flere av låtene vet jeg allerede vil bli nye favoritter hos meg i hvert fall. Mange av dem er veldig melankolske og vakre på en og samme tid, og det er vel den type låter jeg selv ofte faller fort for. Så absolutt verdt å sjekke ut om du liker denne type musikk!
You deserve to look in the mirror every morning and see someone that, though not perfect, isn’t trying to be.
You deserve to walk past the billboards and commercials that show staged-and-Photoshopped images of what
and who you are supposed to be and laugh at them, secure in the knowledge that you are wonderful because
you are real. You could imagine that the models themselves must be so much greater in person when not reduced
to a pose and a cheesy tagline – maybe they are at their most beautiful when just stepping out of the shower,
hair still wet, and excited to go eat a good breakfast – but you don’t compare yourself to them.
You deserve to love your body simply because it is yours, and it is capable of so much.
You deserve to look past whatever is displayed on the outside, whatever code lingers on your skin to be read by society and neatly organized into some compartment about who you “are” – fat, thin, ugly, tall, awkward – and be even more in love with what exists within you. Of course you may have moments in which you regret past mistakes, or dislike a character flaw that you know you need to work on, or feel the rope of maturity tugging at your ankle saying “Come on, catch up,” but it doesn’t define you. You deserve to appreciate all of the wonderful qualities you bring to the table, instead of relentlessly harping on yourself for the categories in which you fall just a tiny bit short.
You deserve to look for love, if that’s what you want, and be ready to accept it when it comes your way.
You might find yourself overwhelmed and even briefly in disbelief when you realize that someone actually loves you
for who you are and wants nothing more than to be with you, but you should be able to embrace that unconditional caring with your own. You should wrap your arms around them and cover them with your whole body – flesh, bone,
the ugly little cracks and scars that they can’t stop kissing – and know that you are a good person, who is worthy of
such joy. You deserve not to question every person who gives you a compliment or tells you that you’re wonderful,
not to wonder if they have some ulterior motive, or if you are somehow the victim of an elaborate prank.
You should realize that you are worth loving because you are ready to love back.
You deserve to go through your day and take in the good parts, breathe in the good air and appreciate the little things that too often go unnoticed. You should know that a strong flower growing in a city sidewalk, a child laughing and blowing bubbles, or strangers that smile at one another and mean it are all things worth loving, and which
make your day a net positive. You deserve to live your life for the joys and not the frustrating slights that are
out of your control, to be able to say that because you held the door open for an older man with too many bags
on his arms, your afternoon was good. Though the profound effect these tiny moments of happiness can have on
all of us are often lost in the shuffle of life and its myriad injustices, you deserve to look at them and
see them for the victories of compassion and simplicity that they are.
You deserve to try, and give it your all, but be okay if you fail. You deserve not to spend so much of
your life berating yourself for not having been “good enough,” especially when you’re not even sure what “good enough” might entail. Your job might be strenuous, your classes impossible, but you deserve to be able
to do your best work and, at the end of the day, put your pen down and sleep well. You deserve to have
a personal best that is good enough for you, to not constantly feel as though you’re outrunning yourself with expectations, to the point of sapping the joy out of a hard day’s work.
You deserve to be truly happy for others. You deserve a life that is filled with its own successes and triumphs,
that is carved out in the image you desire, and that is not effected by the perceived victories of others.
Sometimes others may get things that we wanted for ourselves, but you deserve to be confident enough
with your own life and journey that someone else’s achievement is not directly detrimental to your own desires.
You deserve to see success not as some finite pie from which we must all take exactly one slice, but rather
a constantly evolving and growing garden in which we can all flower and reach the sunlight.
Perhaps most of all, though, you deserve to be okay. You deserve to know that a day in which you can just barely get out of bed because you are sad, or sick, or simply not ready to see the outside is not the end of the world. You deserve to know that moments of weakness do not make you fundamentally weak, only fundamentally human, and that sometimes we’re not going to be effusively happy, and that is okay. You deserve to be happy just existing and not constantly holding yourself up to a standard of fake smiles and forced cheerfulness. You deserve to not beat yourself up when you do not reach perfect acceptance of your body, your personality, the love you receive, or anything else that may come your way. Though you should know that you are worthy of these things, learning to be happy just in a kind of stasis with yourself is a long process, and you should know that we are all working on it. You deserve to live through all of your emotions, all of your states of motivation, and know that as long as you are treating everyone with kindness (including yourself), you have nothing to be ashamed of. – Lachy Wells
De fleste av dere følger kanskje Humans of New York enten på Facebook eller gjennom nettsiden allerede, men jeg har uansett lyst til å dele noen av de små historiene som på en eller annen måte har gjort inntrykk på meg. Jeg elsker å lese om andre menneskeliv, og spesielt på denne måten. Her blir det samlet inn sitater og historier samt tatt bilder av tilfeldige forbipasserende i én av verdens største byer, og resultatet er slående vakkert. Det er sterkt, tankevekkende, vondt, fint, trist, fascinerende og øyeåpnende på en og samme tid, og alle burde følge dette fantastiske prosjektet.
Bare se for deg alle de enorme skyskraperne og alt som foregår inni dem. Alle kjøpesentrene. Alle hjemmene. Alle parkene. I de mange bakgatene. Overalt. Jeg tenker av og til over hvor mange ansikt og menneskeliv jeg aldri vil få se eller vite noe som helst om, men gjennom Humans of New York får jeg i hvert fall et lite innblikk i tilfeldige og veldig ulike liv som blir stoppet opp rundt omkring i denne enorme storbyen. Så utrolig fint, sårt, vakkert og ekte.
1. We were twenty-five and twenty-eight, but we acted like fifteen year olds. Fighting over little things, storming off, breaking up for a week and then getting back together. But developmentally, we were fifteen year olds. We’d been in the closet our whole lives, so we didn’t have any practice with relationships. He still hadn’t come out to his family and a lot of his friends. We were on one of our ‘little breaks’ when he died suddenly from a seizure. And nobody in his family or circle knew I existed. It took me four months to find out that he died. I thought he’d just decided never to talk to me again. His family never found out about me. Or him, for that matter.
2. «What’s the most frightened you’ve ever been?» – I was camping alone one night. And something kept snorting at my tent. It was terrifying. Found out the next morning it was a baby deer.
3. We were lying in my mom’s bedroom watching TV, and she asked me to get up and turn the lights off in the living room. But I wouldn’t do it because I’m lazy. So she got up to do it herself, and she tripped over a Fresh Direct box and broke her arm. She never left the hospital after that, and she died from her cancer a few weeks later.
5. I worry about going insane. Ever since I was young, I have periods where my thoughts make no sense and I get very impulsive and I hit things or bang my head against the wall. I just need to feel pain. It’s the only thing that pulls me out of my head and calms me down and gives me something to focus on. I think about the number 110 billion a lot. I think that’s the number of planets in the universe, or cells in the body, or grains of sand, or people who’ve ever lived, or one of those things. It makes me realize how unimportant I am. There have been seven times recently where I’ve had a knife to my wrist and I was trying to get the courage to kill myself.
6. Don’t tell me what to do, and I won’t tell you what to do. That’s my motto. I have a lot of feelings about the decisions of my family members, but I don’t ever offer my opinion unless I’m asked. And that’s why I’m still invited to parties.
7. He put me in the hospital when I was pregnant with her. The next day he started crying, begging for forgiveness. He said: «I’m so sorry. I was drunk. I need you so much.» So I took him back. The next time it happened, he managed to convince me that it was my fault. He said that he wouldn’t have gotten so angry if I had paid more attention to him. So I started thinking that I could be better. Then it happened again. Honestly, I stayed with him so much longer than I should have because I was afraid of becoming the stereotype of a single black mother.
9. When I was six years old, I had a vision where I saw everything that was going to happen in my life. Jesus showed me that my life was going to be very tough, but if I stuck with him, and prayed, and cried when I needed to, and ate lots of chocolate, I’d be OK. «Where were you when you had this vision?» – At the feet of my foster mother.
She was kicking me in the stomach.
10. One day you’ll feel eighteen, look sixty, and wonder what happened.
// Inntrykket blir selvsagt sterkere og litt annerledes når man samtidig blir presentert for fotografier av alle disse menneskene, men bildene ble dessverre fryktelig kornete her på bloggen så jeg brukte derfor disse i stedet.
«Diamonds are held under tons and tons of pressure, extremely high temperatures of fire and shuffled under shifting of tectonic plates for a long, long time. Yet when they come out from there and are put on display for their beauty; Does anybody stop to evaluate the diamond based upon all the shit it’s been through and say: ‘Remember that disgusting hole it used to be in? I bet it was hell in there!’ No, people don’t remember where a diamond has come from; They just see the beauty of it now. But it wouldn’t have become so beautiful, you know, if not for all of that. So why should we look at other people, or at ourselves and evaluate them/ourselves based upon their/our pasts? Shouldn’t we forget that? And only see the beauty that is in front of our eyes? Whatever it was, it made you beautiful! And that is what matters.»
– C. JoyBell C.
«There are dark days ahead.”
Yes. The darkest.
You will not be able to light enough candles to push away the encroaching of this night.
The dark has its own heavy weight. There is a night sky obscured by impenetrable clouds.
The stars are as impossible to imagine as if they did not exist.
But they are there, lover. They are always there. Shining and exploding and fragmenting into pieces too far away to see. The light moves toward us over countless miles, and even in their eventual darkness, they travel toward us still.
Millions of meteors burn, every day, as they enter the atmosphere. Incinerate and turn to dust. Disintegrate into the finest particles. So that every time you breathe you are inhaling the universe.
Right now, this very moment, your lungs are filled with stardust.
So keep breathing in the stars every time you sing. Stretch in asana and exhale divinity. Know that you are made of this universe and this universe was made for you. The very atoms that have made you whole are formed from stardust. Your light? It’s inborn. Been in you since the beginning before the beginning. Will still be here in the end after the end.
It’s still going to get dark sometimes. The cycle between darkness and light is predictable and necessary and true. We must go deep and explore the murky shadows. We must travel down and dig our fingers into into the earth and discover the root of things. We must dance in the underworld. And we must – and we will and we do – eventually rise again.
But we need to remember, when the shadows lengthen and the nights grow ever longer, that we bring our own light into the darkness. That even when it burns out a star is still a star. And you are still you. And your light is as true and as necessary and as ever present as the North Star that still guides the sailors home.
So do me a favor, love. Know this. No matter how dark the night may get, your light will never burn out.
The incandescence is you. – Jeanette LeBlanc
1. If you’re reading this: If there’s air in your lungs on this May day, then there is still hope for you. Your story is still going. And maybe some things are true for all of us. Perhaps we all relate to pain. Perhaps we all relate to fear and loss and questions. And perhaps we all deserve to be honest. All deserve whatever help we need. Our stories are all so many things: Heavy and light. Beautiful and difficult. Hopeful and uncertain. But our stories aren’t finished yet. There is still time for things to heal and change and grow. There is still time to be surprised. We are still going, you and I. We are stories still going. – Jamie Tworkowski
2. Most lives are not distinguished by great achievements. They are measured by an infinite number of small ones. Each time you do a kindness for someone or bring a smile to his face, it gives your life meaning. Never doubt your value, little friend. The world would be a dismal place without you in it. – Lisa Kleypas
3. There are a few things in life so beautiful they hurt: Swimming in the ocean while it rains. Reading alone in empty libraries. The sea of stars that appear when you’re miles away from the neon lights of the city. Bars after 2 A.M. Walking in the wilderness. All the phases of the moon. The things we do not know about the universe. And you. – B.T
4. Gossip needn’t be false to be evil. There’s a lot of truth that shouldn’t be passed around. – Frank A. Clark
5. Here is a list of things that feel nice: Bird feathers. The leaves of succulents. A loved one’s hair. Petunia petals. Stones polished smooth by the black depths of the ocean. Very old metal. Very old wood. A one-hundred-year-old book. The knowledge that no one will ever know the terrible things you think on a regular basis. Bumblebees when stroked lightly with your littlefinger. – Author Unknown