oktober 2012

sunday morning

våknet opp til dette søndag morgen. en flokk troster fløy mellom snødekte trær og blå himmel utenfor. ja, dette er utsikten fra soverommet mitt. fint, eller hva?

night time


finere oktobernatt må man lete lenge etter.

nå vil jeg at dere skal fortelle litt om dere selv. fortell hva du drømmer om, hva dere lengter etter, hva som helst.

comet



litt depressive innlegg i det siste, beklager det. jeg er sliten, men har det egentlig veldig fint; vinteren har kommet (har littt blandede følelser om det, da), jeg drikker mye te, hører på fineste musikken (the shins hjerte) og tilbringer tid med fine mennesker.

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And there was the sun, rising up behind those mountains. Finally, she thought. Now my hands will be warm again. But no. As soon as her fingertips left the inside of her jacket, she started shaking. She just stood there watching her fingers move uncontrollably. It felt like her heart and brain were fighting against each other, tearing apart what was left of her hope and believe. This feeling frighted her. Slowly she hid her hands, from the cold. What was she supposed to do if not even the sun could warm her?

 



In the grass there were small crystals of frost, and the sun made them sparkle. It was like a meadow of diamonds, so simply made and beautiful. But she didn't see it. She ambled down the road, only focusing on the grey, hard asphalt. If only the people who passed had said something. Asked her for directions or help or whatever. Just so she could lift her head and catch a glimpse of those diamonds. Maybe it would give her hope again. But she will never know. Maybe it was supposed to be this way, like fate or something, or it could just have been a simple coincidence. 

 



She admitted to herself that se was tired ofthis. Tired of hoping and waiting for better things to come. These endless days, watching the sun rise and disappear. She saw everyone facing the sun and smile because they could feel it on their skin. But she was unable to embrace it without even knowing why. No matter how far she stretched her arms towards the sun, she felt no heat. But one thing she knew for sure - she would never give up. She refused to let the darkness and cold win. 

 

 

 

so now she had to wait for the stars.

shine



the stars are beautiful, and do you know why? 'cause you're among them.

horses







big eyes

 

dark paradise

 

perfect darkness

breathe



har hatt det gøy i skogen i dag med marte, more to come.

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det er ferie, høstløvet lager små tepper over alt. jeg har tilbringt lørdagen i byen med marte. iskaffe er en selvfølge pluss at jeg fant et nydelig korssmykket til en billig penge. jeg og marte var sosiale kremt resten av kvelden, og jeg lagde meg twitter. hoho, nå er jeg kul. 

blue velvet

visste dere at aves betyr fugler på latin? 

<3 hei alle nye føgere

martine

martine

20, Trondheim

januarbarn som liker å lese bøker, skrive og fotografere. og prøver å blogge om akkurat det. reisebilder blir det også med jevne mellomrom. instagram: martineol

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