Þú ert jörðin by Ólafur Arnalds
The story we live.
Stories we leave behind.
Possibilities!
A boy's journey through words and the mixtapes. I write every Thursday.
The story we live.
Stories we leave behind.
Possibilities!
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My life, gracefully delicate.
Cold and warm, rainbow and rain stewed.
Wherein tears spoke straight from the heart; opened, fixed and banded my battered soul.
And smiles and laughter had me lease wings, the horizon to flutter. Fly.
Comments closedOh! We are an adult now, past schooldays.
It’s about time we learn to be children again.
And Find Happiness in everything not seek one.
‘Minimum’ is a noble richness.
‘Simplicity’ rather a more reflective beauty.
For more: http://www.theminimalists.com/minimalism/
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Insoluble, elephantine words in the face of sunless life.
One song which even today, heartily whispers of my congruent experiences in the course of walking through those heavy days, nights.
And, I vividly remember, she was my only thankworthy roommate.
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You do not understand, I am not my Facebook.
Not my Instagram account.
I am spontaneously free.
Hansel. A Pluviophile. Aesthete. A Touch and Go.
One Rolling stone heading for the north. Human. Damnable.
You would not understand, I am more than I am, than I am not to you.
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