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IN DANISH. SORRY... (Not really, but...) As it will be from now. With maybe a few exceptions... "Every cloud…" Vrøvl. Der er intet ædelt ved misfarvet stål, om så forsøgt forskønnet med gammeldags dinglende disko-kugler og kulørte kæder. Raslende som rustent jern, trods plastik i højeste potens. Hvis der var ører der kunne høre, ville de krølle tæer, men musik skal der til. Er konsensus. Fint ord der prøver at finde sin mening. "Intet er så skidt, at det ikke..." Mere indtørret savl. Det 'godt for noget' i denne solnedgang fordampede. Forsvandt forbrændt i febervildelse. Små stumper der kunne gløde men ikke flamme op, blev blandet i cementen mellem de mursten cellen er bygget med, splinter som spidser i en jernjomfru hvor åbne øjne er låst til indvolde. Ikke de nærmest liggende lige for fødderne udprikkede, men selveste solnedgangens. De er allerede i forrådnelse eller deforme af misbrug. At sådan en tilforladelig nydelig sky, godtnok underbelyst og botoxfyldt, indeholder så megen tristhed, tørre tårer og tabte timer, kunne føre til medlidenhed. Nårhja… Smart! Hele konceptet spiller på alle strenge. Men kammertonen der isner op gennem rygraden som et afpillet skelet af en opfedet kropsdue med otte behårede ben, laller den samme skudsikre skala til bevidstløshed, bastant bogstaveligt: Solnedgange er smukke! Solnedgange er smukke! Solnedgange er smukke! Helt til kvækken i kor. Oversat til dansk af hensyn til selvforskyldte tabere, hvilket er en pleonasme da tabere pr def er skyldige: Solens laden horisonter falde er en overlegen og dermed profitabel mekanisme. Fuldt ud rettighedsbeskyttet. Konflikten kribler i kløerne, spilleregler blandes med den ene hånd vasker en anden og andres og solens stråler får også lige en gang duftspray. FORTSAT PÅ: https://mantelshistorier.wordpress.com/2018/12/02/solsyg-skyafsky/ #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #sunset #lies #staged #mindscape #decieve #silverlining #gellerup #devilsinthedetails #fictionoverreality #prose #dansklitteratur #https://mantelshistorier.wordpress.com/2018/12/02/solsyg-skyafsky/ #mantelshistorier.wordpress.com #fuckthesehashtagsidontknowwhatmoretotagjustreadthedamnfulltxt (Usual one-off hashtag) https://www.instagram.com/p/BrSanr6nrAK/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=zj6wplenldiq

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  Sanserne er jaget vildt. Specielt øjnene er udsatte. Sæsonen er åben for anskydninger og vingeklip, camoufleret som lystige glimt og genskin. Solen har ubemærket taget sin venlige maske på, overvældende blændende jovial, kammeratlig, en rigtig guttermand. Det er utænkeligt at den skulle være en lusket djævel. Sådan nogle rare gule stråler. Det er først når den brænder sig ind i hovedskallen…

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i hate how our generation has turned feelings into a weakness. how we tend to shut feelings out of our hearts once we start noticing their “symptoms”, as if they were a disease. how people break up because they’re afraid of going too far. what is so wrong about feeling, what is so wrong about loving with all of your heart? i feel so out of place in an era where loving means suffering.

redefining ‘love’. (via sunsetico)

We're quite a lot feeling like that...

There once was a somewhat confused animal. It couldn't quite figure out where it belonged and, more important, what it was. Though it tried hard. It was aware that instead of limbs, it just had some tiny fins and a slightly bigger tail. Only suitable for moving around in shallow water. But it just wasn't enough. For that animal. "Am I really a fish?". The maybe-not fish concluded, that it needed to try something else. Anything! It found one of those mystical almost mythical things, that so many had hung itself on. And in seconds, almost like magic, had disappeared to somewhere else. To what kind of world? There where whispers of danger, stories of horror, but this not very fishy fish took the chance: ANY world other than this was worth trying! It pretended to swallow the bait. And soon felt the rush up towards the surface. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #animal #fiction #worlds #thegrassisalwaysgreener #filter (in many ways) #searching #fishinwater #caught #notright #farfromhome #whateverindicatesbeingoutofplaceandnotfeelingthisworldbeingtherightone (Usual one-off hashtag...) FROM NOW ONLY #laurieandthestoryof... (her: Somewhere Very Far) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bl477MrgmA_/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=fmyj2lhj4zt0

For sure!

I can’t shine now but I’ll fucking shine later.

@poetpastry

😂... Too good not to repeat! 👍

If you throw away a trash can into another, you’ve committed trashcannibalism.

#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))

Mental Styrke.

Prolog:

Slapsindet sygelig selvbevidst. Skam og fortrydelse grovædes af de store sorte fugle der lurer i de alt for mange cirklers brudstykker, der til forveksling ligner styrtdykkende datidssjæle, sorte også flokke, ikke til at skille fra de store sorte fugles knivskarpe mønstre.

Svigefulde syge silhuetter.

  Mening. 

Beslutsom og viljefast. Hov nej, kuling med vindrester af storhed. Småfugle…

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Things I want to remember in 2018 1. Shameless people are everywhere. They will say what they have to say to get what they want out of you. Even if don’t mean it. Even if they know they don’t mean it. Shameless people will do what they have to, to get what they want out of you. They won’t care about your well being. They will not care about your loss. The thing is, their shameless-ness makes you feel ashamed if you don’t oblige with them. Because they are so persistent about what they want. But that’s just messed up. So be shameless when you have to deal with shameless people. Be shameless about the fact that your time, your life, you are only yours. Not in a selfish way. Only while dealing with such people. 2. Know your worth. No one will tell you your true worth because that will be a disadvantage. You being lost and confused and insecure is beneficial for them. You have to know your own worth. 3. Pick one thing. One thing you want to work on in this new year. I know there are so many things that need your time and energy. But pick one. And then dedicate time and energy to that. Everything but this is negotiable. Don’t stop working on this. You can have other things you’re working on too. But when situations arise in which you have to give up your time and focus to do something unanticipated, something unavoidable, cut down on those secondary things. But never on this one. Just one. 4. Sleep on it. Not to avoid it. Not to procrastinate. But to not be so overwhelmed. To not be so high on emotions. To not be irrational. To not make quick decisions that are reckless and rash and stupid. Sleep on it. 5. We keep thinking that we are getting older. I mean sure, we are. But being 20 is young. Being 25 is young. You’re a young adult until 32. Did you know that? Did you? I’m a 20 year old youth. And I’m not old. And I’m not going to be for a while. I know I have silver hair strands. And I know my idealism is…I won’t say it’s dying. I will say it’s altering. And that’s not a bad thing. But I’m young. And I don’t have to be dumb. I can give being young a new definition. But before, I should stop feeling so old. Being old isn’t a bad thing. Not at all. But it’s wrong to convince yourself that you’re something that you’re not. 6. Don’t follow other people. I know the thought of life after graduation seems very daunting and confusing but don’t look at others to do what they are doing. You have never liked crowds. Crowded places make you sick. Those paths are crowded and so worn out. And I know if you want to create your own, it will take time. Construction always takes time. It is a long term project but it will also provide long term benefits. And guess what? you can completely customize this path. Just like you like it.  7. What do we do about the people we hate? Endure.  When it is professional, we endure. Sometimes we have to quietly bear the annoyance and frustration in the present to be able to get what we want. But remember, when it’s personal we never endure! 8. Body.  I have given too much importance to my heart and soul. In that pursuit I have majorly neglected my body. For that, I am sorry. And because I know a genuine apology follows a corrective action, I will take that corrective action. I will make this right.

creatingnikki (via creatingnikki)

More or less the same list on my desk...

The past was always there, lived inside of you, and it helped to make you who you were. But it had to be placed in perspective. The past could not dominate the future.

Barbara Taylor Bradford (via purplebuddhaquotes)

But it's a close contender... The past CAN be used as a positive way to the future. Or MIGHT be... Otherwise true; often a roadblock.