February 2012
4 posts
January 2012
5 posts
“Life is always either a tightrope or a feather bed. Give me the tightrope.”
– Edith Wharton (via phenomenaaa)
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December 2011
8 posts
There comes that moment while you’re single,
when you’re sitting at a table in a cafe and someone asks you, “is anybody going to be sitting here?” When you reply to them, “no not at all” they politely take the vacant chair and use it for the table that’s directly next to you where it’s needed. Then you’re sitting there staring dramatically at this empty space that used to be filled with an...
Listening to Robyn on a crowded train was the worst decision of my life.
How could I honestly stand there amongst strangers listening to such hypnotic beats, relatable content with infused pop-ness and not just…
all up and down the train aisle while twirling and whipping my hair back and forth?! IT WAS 20 MINUTES OF CAGING IN MY INNER DANCE BEAST. ALL I WANTED TO DO WAS FEEL THE RHYTHM AND...
Dear couples in a metropolitan city,
MOVE!
I understand, it’s winter. There is nothing more romantic than holding on to your partners hand and walking the congested sidewalk streets side by side during the most high foot traffic time, at snail like pace, extending your time together looking at christmas lights and giggling between you two. You love each other, I get it. You know why I get it?
...
November 2011
1 post
October 2011
3 posts
3 tags
Watchsarahdaly42:
paintyhands:
just finished editing my new dancey reel :o)
In awe! <3
September 2011
7 posts
Get your shit together before you get into a relationship.
Mentally.
Physically.
Emotionally.
Financially.
Spiritually.
Sexually.
Get. Your. Shit. Together.
I’m not saying get 100% full out maximum level of shit collected, but at least don’t be fucking bat shit crazy with an unstable mental capacity. Your significant can’t hold your shit and their shit all at the same time. It’s not...
4 tags
When you’re used to being single you’re used to being independent. You know with certain aspects of your emotions, you can handle your own shit. Why? Because you know you don’t have somebody else to be there and comfort you.
When you’re in a relationship you get comfortable with the idea that maybe you don’t have to handle all your own shit, you have somebody who willingly wants to ease up the...
after passing a bag of coke on the ground
ronen-v:
RONEN: Have you ever done cocaine?
A: Yes.
RONEN: What’s it like?
A: You feel very empowered, very self-confident. And you talk a lot, very quickly.
A: It’s like being Ronen for 5 minutes.
!
4 tags
August 2011
10 posts
6 tags
Bon Iver - Come talk to me
I don’t want to spend days with you restoring faith in women or working on your insecurities. Hell, I don’t want anything to do with you relationship wise if theres really any thing I need to fix that I didn’t even break to begin with.
I need somebody with their shit together. Mentally, physically, emotionally, all of that. I’m not here to be the maid of your life where i’m constantly picking...
When i'm given too much time or space, I doubt...
And when I doubt something or someone, one foot is already out the front door. Now, instead of looking for reasons to continue where i’m at and staying, i’m looking for excuses to leave and run without even glancing back.
1 tag
July 2011
7 posts
“During the return drive to Oslo today we listened to the radio in preparation...”
– Lee Jones-Abrahamsen in Oslo (BBC News)
Have you ever just not been attracted to anybody?
Nobody you’re dating or talking to is giving you that…. thing. The thing that makes you look forward to their conversations, seeing, talking to them, anything that really involves them. It’s not so much that you’re content with being by yourself more so than it is that your taste buds for a potential significant other has just kind of went dull at...
okayletmeexplain:
Just listened to the new #BonIver all the way through and it is amazing! So good it’s the 2nd album I’ve physically bought in years.
June 2011
4 posts
You tell me that you want me.
But the reality is you don’t actually want me.
You want the idea of me.
I love my body and don’t care if you don’t. I am not making it better for you. Your opinion doesn’t count in this situation. My curves are divine. I have earned every scrape, scratch, cut, bruise and scar. I smear my lips with rouge and paint my face with a smile. I don’t need to wear any make up; I prefer the au natural look if you don’t mind. I wear my dresses in quite the variety. I like...
