the person you love is 72.8 % water

wondering:

is it possible for people who truly love you to hold you back?

in fact:

in order to love, you need to be reckless and lion-hearted.
I'd like a day of grey skies and a real kiss.

I guess this kind of says it all.

the butterfly effect

"oh well, life is quite a thing indeed.

at times you think you  have figured it all out and you're dwelling in this feeling of being somewhat secure and conscious and then something hits you and you remember that you'll never know what's round the corner.in the end I guess it comes down to to realizing it is about living in the moment, not expecting anything, not caring about the little bruises and just experiencing this world we stumbled into.it is about being fearless and risking it all.life is out there, the only way to have a life is to go out and live it.

be reckless, be brave. live outrageously .

there is no reason in thinking about the future when you forget the present, the moment is now and it is your creation. Everything is in a constant state of floating and every day is a day of possible reinvention. Be the person you want to be, start today. Be someone else tomorrow.

Shake your soul, shake off the dust and shine, leave security and conformity behind.

Learn to not give a fuck sometimes. Be lion-hearted, whatever may come, may come and you've got all the power to take the moment and make it yours.

You are a day-dreamer, a poet, a young soul, a life-changer, a magic-maker, a love-child, a freedom-believer, a wanderer. Let your life be the message.let your life be your art."

go somewhere noone knows your name

despite all the odds, I survived a music festival along with two others running up and down the hills and falling asleep in tents in the disco ball forest.
there is something so magical about the universe you enter as soon as you set up camp on festival grounds, the idea of this completely alternative lifestyle fascinates me. I feel kind of  homesick now that I don't live in a tent anymore.

howls

the moon calls for words written by long gone writers, the touch of rough pages and more coffe or tea. Instead, I'm going to lay my head down and rest.

that's what I'm going to do, tonight.

Coffe beans and Dorian Grey

After this past 2 weeks being a beautiful mess of Art History, kaleidoscope thoughts, enough coffee to flood my room and general studies and exams, tonight I am happily feasting  on herbal mint tea and dragging myself from one side of the sofa to the other.

I said to myself I would  get out of the house really early this morning and, since I kept my promise, I felt kind of grumpy and sleepy, to the disgrace of the boy, but suddenly there was this intense fresh summer breeze in the air that made up for everything (except for the heat, yes, I really hate heat ).

I was so happy about the early morning hour because I wouldn't have had this amazingly surprising summer-ish sensation if I had got up later.

soon we'll all be barefoot, and running around in the sand.

after almost no sleep, today's morning was iced coffe , reading Oscar Wilde all over again and falling lollipops from the sky.

if I continue drinking this much coffe I'll be called coffe bean by the end of the summer, I suppose.

all these cups of tea..

I'm holding august like a precious thing because I don't want to hush the cotton-clouded mornings and the shining silver linings at night, I would gladly, however give up the afternoons, since I can't even bare the heat.

I'm telling myself that now is the now and still, I find myself looking at horizons and building castles in the sky. I'm  waving goodbyes to not to be forgotten times but there is no tears in farewell, just glances over teacups  and as soon as the flowers have dried I will collect and hang them in my walls. they don't even lose their colour.these days I am busy writting on a ridiculous long list of things that want to get done by the end of my vacations since I believe in doing things that make you happy at least once each day and not let life be ruled by duty. so even though time seems to disobey all physical rules and decided to run twice as fast I will be found with my pencils or nurturing my eyes and mind with books for at least 3 hours every day. I'm also trying to read twice the time I spend on the computer.

images via  http://revolutionnaire.tumblr.com

Prone to madness

It has finally struck me.

 Lately I've been reading the Anders Breivik's online manifesto and it is completely alarming, he is not only an extremely educated man but also one who seems to have a huge amount of lucidity. 

"However, since I manifest their worst nightmare (systematical and organized executions of multiculturalist traitors), they will probably just give me the full propaganda rape package and propagate the following accusations: pedophile, engaged in incest activities, homosexual, psycho, ADHD, thief, non-educated, inbred, maniac, insane, monster etc. I will be labeled as the biggest (Nazi-)monster ever witnessed since WW2."

And he is probably right, besides the efforts of the Norwegian government against this tpe of propaganda by the media there's always some. About the pedophile and the incest activities I have no desire to know that, but I won't argue with the biggest neo nazi monster ever witnessed since WW2 part.

It is never enough to stress the fact that we ARE expected to separate, to fight against each other, and that after all the bombings, shottings, mass murders and genocides it would be normal that people have already realized that crimes against humanity solve nothing. Once again, the human stupidity astonished me. Some friends of mine are already editing the manifesto, trying to make something funny out of it to ridicule its writter, because that's probably the thing he wouln't want the most right now, as soon as it is ready, I'll post the link here.

Why can't utopia withstand ?

safe harbour

I finally finished unpacking my bags for the house that used to be home, it took me 3 days ( tap, tap..is this thing on ?) yes 3 whole days !

 home as in harbour.

the truth is that now home is everyhwere according to the winds, sudden opportunities and my state of mind, that's why I like leaving this town so often

     funny word, home.

they say home is where the heart is. all I can visualize thinking of a future home is that I want lavender there, and I want it to have silver birchs.

oh, and some lillies too !

DIY : Things to do with pretty photos !

Like many of you I love taking photos, I often run around with my camera because its lens are my way to see things from other perspective. It does, however, sadden me that no one prints and puts photos in display. I mean, photos are images of our memories, no ? But there's a unique relationship with reality, a relationship which has little to do with 'truth', visual or otherwise, but everything to do with the emotional charge generated by the photograph's operation as a memory trace. Moreover,  blogging and digital photography have changed the way we approach photography. It's so instantly gratifying that I often go three, four, five years without printing any photos at all. I have fewer and few photo albums in my home, so I decided to put to use some of them and did this :

Basically I used an embroidery hoop or another circle structure and some masking tape, layered the photos from behind and tape each photo to the hoop, left a small space on one part of the hoop to attach the hanging piece to. 

via a beautiful mess

Revolutionnaire

I'm a bit sick of hearing people call us the conformity generation. The truth is, every generation needs a new revolution, and I'm quoting Thomas Jefferson here. But no one is ever able to tell us how to fight, are we to be labelled conformists because we choose not to fight in a violent way ? 

The new rebbelion is not hatred or destruction

The world around us is filled in these things already,

to fight the fire with a match

is only a step forward to get burned.

We will refuse to be like them.

Rebellion is defiance,

in the way they cannot anticipate. We are expected to divide. 

We are expected to compete.

We are expected to accept the rules that benefit us

and ignore those they hurt.

But we will not.

Beyond cities, beyond countries-

 this is a shift in thought. We are already breathing it, living it.

Fighting quietly against those who try to say

one human is better than another.

There must be a new beggining.

It is our time, it is our revolution.