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De·Neu·Ve, so it's his thing, right?

Er vi der fortsatt? Jeg trodde livet skulle gå videre. Vel, det har jo det, men så hender det ofte at minner gror videre til å bli større enn selve øyeblikket. Ironien slår seg litt i fjeset, men det har litt med å plukke inntrykkene fra hverandre over tid. Plutselig forstår man hvilken glede eller hvilken gremelse som leier klokskapen videre til neste passasje, hvor en ny høst av erindringer trer frem. Var det sykkelkjedet som røk eller havtemperaturen den dagen i august, som levde videre? Lik et tusenben som søker ly under flammehavet av forandring og fart, trer den opp på overflaten, som en lilje etter en hundre års ventetid. Plutselig så var du her og gud, så vakker du var. Det vil du alltid være.
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Why run after a beautiful body, with their hopeless views on esthetics and promises of a pornographic view on sex? The real point of connecting is to explore the beautiful minds who populate the earth and who gives something in return. Be gentile, futile, fertile, young and humble as long as you can. Be funny to some extent, understanding to those who disclose their emotions to you and honest with those who are deserving. I know for sure, that I will always be fighting eternally this battle in my mind, about whom I will relate to and eventually; love.

Catharsis in greek. The things we have to go through, veils and nightmares. But, it’s through understanding and pain, that the human mind will endure and reimburse itself anew. Tread lightly, because your brain, your mind, your psyche is the most dangerous, yet precious thing you have.
Welcome to noise and diffused feelings
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So adult
La ville que j’adore. Pour toujours.

Lets say its only but a pit stop. Sitting in the hollow really makes you tearful and happy. By the way, the two polocoustic words are not interwoven. Believe me, if you’d try my tears, you’d be lesser. Let’s rephrase. I did love him, then I suddenly didn’t. I fell for lust. I did not fell for lust. I wanted to flee. I did not flee. I did everything I did not want to do.

It’s like being the nonwoven point between two hyperbola. The relief of letting go and the regret of the same. No tears can exit these canals. Even if they are forced, they will remain static, failed. I miss the value of him. Anything else? Holy shit I fucking was infatuated with that guy. Loving. Caring. Sharing every moment.

"Jeg hater Pink Floyd."

Doffe. Hva faen Doffe.