A professional dreamer

Reblogged from yourcarelessheart

Don’t just fuck the police. 

Take the police out on a couple dates. Take the police to the movies or a nice stroll in the park. Feed the police some delicious fondue. Make the police fall in love with you. Then, fuck the police. And then out of nowhere, stop taking calls from the police. Ignore the police. Make the police miss you. Make the police cry.

(Source: teap0ts)

I apologize for my current absence, I have been slightly pre-occupied these past months. Life has merely been too wonderful to waste in front of a computer, and saving the world doesn’t just happen over night.

I’m still here though, and I suppose I might pick things up a bit again. Making my dreams come true - got no time to waste. 

Spotify invites

I’ve got a bunch of Spotify invites, and as Spotify has come to the US, I figure some of you guys might want one! :)
I love it and use it constantly to listen to music, so if you want to check it out, just let me know :)

So proud to be Norwegian

Last friday, I woke up in the arms of the most beautiful person I know. We got up, he made me coffee, and while I sat in the window drinkin my coffee and having a cigarette, he started cooking some breakfast. I was utterly happy, enjoying the sounds from the kitchen, watching the people outside the window, all was well. We went on with our day, fooling around and doing nothing too serious. We were about to leave, because I had some shopping to do. We were running a bit late, and his fumbling around might have saved our lives. Than… it hit us. The sound was horrific, like an entire thunderstorm hit instantly, the window I’d just been sitting in came in, things fell to the floor, and then it was quiet. We were in shock, not capable of understanding what just hit. I looked out the window, to see a massive, sparkling smoke. All the broken glass that was thrown up in the air, made it look like a glittery fog, running to wild to be clouds.

A bomb has just hit home. Only a short walk from us, hell had broken loose in the streets of Oslo. We went down to see what had happened, and the news of a terroristattac soon came. I saw the damadge, the broken windows everywhere, people hurt, and people who had no beating heart. I can never explain the pain that hit us. I didn’t fully realize this pain, until my darling grabbed me close and held me. Never have I felt so much pain and love before.

The day got worse - A massacre started, attacing our young politicians, our countries future. So many were killed, so many will be traumatised for life.

I was not hurt, I survived with only a small scratch to show for, and a dint in the floor. But this pain will follow us all forever.

Now I am proud and moved, by the way my people has come together. There is no hate, no desire for vengance. Only love, compassion and democracy. And a deep grief for the ones we have lost.

Nostradamous said; The light will come from the North. Let this be a defining moment, let my people, my country, teach you about love. In the midst of our sorrows, we are coming together.  We will not be forced to silence, we will not be defeated. Love will prevail.