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Me in Hagg Wood on Leia’s birthday. A happy, long, active day of 10+ hours walking!
Leia on her birthday in Hagg Wood
Leia by the windowsill on a march afternoon
It is dreadful when something weighs on your mind, not to have a soul to unburden yourself to. You know what I mean. I tell my piano the things I used to tell you.
I cut this picture out of Ugespeilet once. Its on my wall. I like it.
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One day I will surf. Dream.
(Source: in-a-perfect-w0rld)
These grew everywhere in Denmark. Reminds me of riding the train through middle-of-nowhere towns in summer. We acted drunk all the time. I wore a ripped anorak and we smelled like piss. We had no home. Only in each other. Two years on and I still live in nostalgia, I still love the story of my life that started at 20 and ended at 22. There are no more great love stories or wonderful adventures that will happen in my life. I have had mine. It was so intense. I can only remember it as a dream, a far away life, far from the safe and pleasant life I live now. We only stopped talking last month though. I don’t think we’ll talk again. I know you don’t choose who you love.
(Source: W)
I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought, there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.
(Source: quote-book)
Let there be spaces in your togetherness, And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup. Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf. Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music. Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping. For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts. And stand together, yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.
(Source: kari-shma)
Don’t cry for a man who’s left you—the next one may fall for your smile.
I saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page and I could do anything I wanted.
I have feelings too. I am still human. All I want is to be loved, for myself and for my talent.
We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.
