Why didn't I learn to treat everything like it was the last time. My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.
— Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
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Why didn't I learn to treat everything like it was the last time. My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.
— Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
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Caspar Eric
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““Jeg blev smidt ud af skolen for få år siden, men nu er jeg pensum i hele kongeriget””
— Yahya Hassan
When this is over, may we never again take for granted the simple things in life. Coffee with friends. A Friday night at a concert. A handshake with a stranger. Time spent with your grandparents. Hugging those you love most. Conversations with your neighbors. The morning commute. Going to school every week. Full shelves at the store. A typical Tuesday night. Life itself. These times can be challenging, but may we allow ourselves to slow down and reflect on what matters most. Once the dust settles and the light shines brighter, may we find that we have become the people we have wanted to be, who we always hoped we would be, and may we all be better for each other having gone through the unimaginable. In this crisis, hold on to love, hope, and empathy. That is my wish - that we are left with and experiencing more love and humanity during and after all this.
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someone said ‘the version of me you created in your mind is not my responsibility’ and wow
“Dear November, I used to get excited when you’d come, that was the case this year too but I didn’t know you’d bring calamities with you this time, because you never did so earlier. You were always so nice to me. All the time I’ve been here you only brought the best things; breezing nights, warming coffee, blissful memories and moments. You always brought a sense of cold, a buzzing wind, smell of winters with you, a reason for me to smile and start reflecting back on the year that had past. I know I shouldn’t be ungrateful for all that you’ve done throughout the years but what you brought this year left me a little too shattered I must say. You’d probably argue it was my own doing and it probably was but it wasn’t really a good time for everything to fall apart again. Things I was meaning to make happen, when you and your next neighbor came, turned to dust as you brought tragic news. The plans I was structuring, the castle I was building, came crashing down like shards of glass in a jiffy. What started off as a small hope, in a cold November night, turned into a series of sleepless nights as I realized that this world doesn’t work the way you want it to. It’s bullocks to think that when you want something with your might the universe conspires in helping you achieve it, for it doesn’t, it never does. What’s not meant for you, no matter how hard you try, you’re not gonna get it, simple. A simple lesson that took me a while to understand, that’s what you brought, we learn and come back stronger I guess but I don’t know how to be strong anymore. Let’s hope that when your neighbor comes I’ll be in a better shape but as I bid farewell to you, I wanted you to know that even though you had my best interests at heart, what you brought broke me completely. Good bye November. Forever yours, DG”
— fragments-of-my-mind, writing prompt #66: Write about November
Her er min bøn: Fortæl mig, at sorgen ikke kommer inde fra mig som en ustandselig ting, men udefra som noget, jeg kan værne mig mod
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“When it happens to you, you will be surprised. That thing they say about how you knew all the time but just weren’t facing it? That might be the case, but nevertheless, there you will be. You will feel like you have been kicked in the stomach, that your insides have just separated to make room for something big.”
— Molly Ringwald (b. February 18, 1968) is an actress, singer, dancer, and author.
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