... Sincerely...
“i like to hide i rather not get noticed i’m afraid to change i’m afraid to be someone else i don’t want people to notice i don’t want people’s opinions i don’t want to hear the good or bad i just want to be left in peace”
— t.m.
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A great book should leave you with many experiences, and slightly exhausted at the end. You live several lives while reading.
William Styron (via kristensnotebook)
It sure will. That's a promise.
And you keep learning; the journey never stops. Not without you. Not with you. Thx for that.
part of being an adult is living with regret and not allowing it to consume you. the older you get, the more mistakes you make, the more opportunities you missed, the more people you’ve let down. forgive yourself. don’t beat yourself up. you’re still learning: this is a journey.
#https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2018/06/13/skygge-lys/ Danish. English version: This is just some trees. Looks like olive trees. And grass, a bit other dried out bushes, and a hillside. That's all. But not that's all like in "nothing else"? That is all like in ALL. Everything. I can't proof it, ofcourse. It's just my opinion. I sure don't expect others to understand. Actually, it's a selfie. I'm there, in one of the shadows. Sitting under one of those trees. You might not be able to see me. That's nothing new. But I'm right there. Don't wanna be anywhere else. That's all. And that IS really all. Not enough for you? Guess not. I couldn't care less. Selfish? Very! But about time. And I think, my opinion only, that you don't care either. Not really. Then it gets almost funny: Ok, you might be indifferent. Well, how much do you think I care about that? A competition of not caring. Take a look at my selfie: I'm gone ages ago. About time. Careless, carefree, only me and nothing else. But everything. THAT'S ALL! #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2018/06/13/skygge-lys/ #selfie #altoalentejo #castelodevide #olivetrees #careless #selfish #myworld #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #gone #nowisthetime #dontevencareenoughtomakeanymorehashtagsbutiamtherenomatterwhereelseimightbeseenandamashappyascanbe (her: Alto Alentejo (intermunicipal community))
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Fordelen ved Fiktiv Symbiose.
Jeg kniber øjnene hårdt i. Ellers lukker de sig bare langsomt. Lidt i takt med nikkende hovede. Hvis jeg var indianer, ville mit navn være ‘Nikkende Hovede’. Hov? Hvor kom dén indianer fra? Rysten med hele hovedet, kraftigt, så kinder og ører flaprer og min cykel slår med halen for at holde balancen, gør ingen forskel. Nå? Nu er der en indianer og en cykel der måske er en hund. Det må være nok…
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Variationer over Knust Vindue.
DEN SÆDVANLIGE VRØVLEN OM NOGET SIMPELT.
Det er et ægte mysterium. Detektiven hives frem. Støves af og opdateres; moderne metoder og arbejdslegat fra Statens Kunstfond. Optimale betingelser. Rapporten vil ligge på redaktørens bord til julesalget. Men det er ikke for amatører, det kræver sin mand. Som er en kvinde, gerne inter-skandinavisk. Det har vist sig effektivt. Hun spidser mund og pen,…
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And if... Only in another dream. That would be a nightmare. Other you's from other dreams makes my reality. Some kinda balance, I guess... 🤔
“You are a dream; I hope I never meet you.”
— Sylvia Plath
... And over the moon in happiness and success...
“The most dangerous sicknesses are those that make us believe we are well.”
— Lauren Oliver, Delirium