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Arkiv for mars 2014

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Photo: Instagram @ CamillaDidriksen.

Litt mobilbilder fra den siste tiden. Jeg har fylt 23 år (herregud!), fått verdens fineste bursdagsgave i form av et anatomisk hjertesmykke fra Bjørg, fått masse fine og rosa saker fra Victoria’s Secret, sett en god del gatekunst, spist masse fersk ananas, gått rundt og luktet av Marc Jacob’s «Dot» eller «Honey» hver eneste dag, og sist men ikke minst lest Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close for andre gang.

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1. Your light is seen. Your heart is known. Your soul is cherished by more people than you might imagine. If you knew how many others have been touched in wonderful ways by you, you would be astonished. If you knew how many people feel so much for you, you would be shocked. You are far more wonderful than you think you are. Rest with that. Rest easy with that. Breathe again. You are doing fine. More than fine. Better than fine. You’re doing great. So relax. And love yourself today. – Neale Donald Walsch

2. You don’t have to get a job that makes others feel comfortable about what they perceive as your success. You don’t have to explain what you plan to do with your life. You don’t have to justify your education by demonstrating its financial rewards. You don’t have to maintain an impeccable credit score. Anyone who expects you to do any of those things has no sense of history or economics or science or the arts. You have to pay your electric bill. You have to be kind. You have to give it all you got. You have to find people who love you truly and love them back with the same truth. But that’s all. – Cheryl Strayed

3. You are meant to fight. When you are sick, your body fights for its right to function. When you hold your breath, your body fights for its right to breathe. There are billions of tiny events – from the surface of your skin, down to the very cells of your body – that have to happen in order for you to be simply sitting here today. If your most minuscule parts haven’t given up yet, why should you? N.T.

4. You don’t ever have to apologize for feeling sad. You aren’t being too sensitive. You aren’t imagining things or being overdramatic. You’re being true to yourself by honoring your emotions, and that is never something you have to feel ashamed of. Whether you have a need that isn’t being met, an old wound that’s been reopened, a person in your life who is making you feel small, a painful memory of something from the past, or an emptiness from the loss of someone you care about – there is always something underlying our sadness, and whatever it is, it’s important and valid. Whatever it is, it deserves to be expressed and felt. Daniell Koepke

5. You don’t get better on the days when you feel like going. You get better on the days when you don’t want to go, but you go anyway. If you can overcome the negative energy coming from your tired body or unmotivated mind, you will grow and become better. It won’t be the best workout you have, you won’t accomplish as much as what you usually do when you actually feel good, but that doesn’t matter. Growth is a long term game, and the crappy days are more important. – Georges St. PierreThe Way of the Fight

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«Miracles do happen. You must believe this. No matter what else you believe about life, you must believe in miracles. Because we are all, every one of us, living on a round rock that spins around and around at almost a quarter of a million miles per hour in an unthinkably vast blackness called space. There is nothing else like us for as far as our telescopic eyes can see. In a universe filled with spinning, barren rocks, frozen gas, ice, dust and radiation, we live on a planet filled with soft, green leaves and salty oceans and honey made from bees, which themselves live within geometrically complex and perfect structures of their own architecture and creation. In our trees are birds whose songs are as complex and nuanced as Beethoven’s greatest sonatas. And despite the wild, endless spinning of our planet and its never-ending orbit around the sun – itself a star on fire – when we pour water into a glass, the water stays in the glass. All of these are miracles.

The gum stuck to the bottom of your shoe is a miracle of stratospheric proportions: That there is such a thing as gum, such at thing as a shoe, such a thing as a human being. I mean, what are the odds? Think of the actual physical elements that compose our bodies: We are 98 percent hydrogen and oxygen and carbon. That’s table sugar. You are made of the same stuff as table sugar. Just a couple of tiny differences here and there and look what happened to the sugar: It can stand upright and send tweets.

Because the sun seems yellow and friendly and we only notice the air when it stinks and we take all of this existing business entirely for granted, it’s easy to forget or not even consider in the first place, not even once, the fact that we exist, that we are a we at all, is the very definition of a miracle. It is simply a miracle that you woke up this morning. And it is a miracle that, in billions of miles filled with blackness and rocks, you were born.”

― Augusten Burroughs, This Is How

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rewrap me in your white sheets
give me a flashlight
make me glow
grow me peaches
feed them to me
tell me what the sky can mean
show me how to jump into the middle of the lake
show me how to get the stones from the deepest part
and how to then leave them on the shore
make me want to make a child
make me firebomb a building with a bullhorn and a poem

draw me a picture of what smoking a cigarette feels like
kiss me with how much you love the giraffe
give me a hug
a smile shaped like a zoo
show me how to make cotton candy
tell me a story
tell me something you’ve never told anyone else
help me remember the things I’ve never told anyone else

the trees outside curve like they have nothing else to say to one another
while behind them the cars keep driving north

– Anis Mojgani, Girl