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one of my favorite mountains on the north-east coast of norway

sometimes you have experiences so intense you feel like the elements just crashed into you. it can either be meeting a soul mate, giving birth, or maybe just when you see a life-changing movie or listen to a song that speaks to you. this post is dedicated to those kind of moments, and this song is one of those experiences.

Rodrigo Amarante – Tardei



elva vert ein gong sturande still. da speglar dròpen ei større verd og høyrer himmelen til


Tor Jonsson sitat


remember those walls I built? 

baby they're tumbling down, because I finally finished my karaoke movie. I was asked to make one for an event (intermezzo) at the Demon's Mouth gallery in Oslo, and I feel happy about the finished result. I feel like I've been able to communicate exactly what I wanted to, and I have never had that feeling about anything I ever made before.. it ain't perfect, but it's a start, and I'm feeling confident. so for those of you who are not planning on visiting the gallery, I am posting the video here in a week or so, so stay tuned why don't you

(the top gif is of my grandfather a few months ago, and the bottom gif is of my grandmother in the late 60's)


now I see the secret of making the best person: it is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth. 

the sky over St. Hanshaugen, Oslo on a September afternoon. where I'm currently planted, and where I currently have a bit too much to do. somehow I always manage to double book myself this time of the year, and this time around proves no different.

I promised myself that I'd take a break from expectations and from this busy life, and focus on centering myself and on absorbing life. I'm not holding myself to my promise that much, but I just have a few things I have to finish first ... #doingitthewrongway

quote by Walt Whitman


burde man ikke nikke

tilfreds, og glede seg litt,
hver gang man nesten, men ikke,
blir truffet av fugleskitt.

Dag Evjenth 


invisable, but intensely feelable.


songs for lazy september mornings


my thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations



I melted together an overexposed old photo I took, with this portrait of the sleeping Per. snapping photos of people unaweare of my precence, sometimes due to the fact that they're sleeping, has become one of my favorite activities. I might not be a people person 


pretending it's ok, and that's ok.

everything I thought I knew became shattered by the realization of how I felt. I asked myself if I had only been suppressing my depression, pretending like it didn't exist so that life could be normal. the shock wounded me and my pride, and I felt small and weak. what if I was not the person I thought I was.

then I remembered that it's ok to feel small and weak, and that not having figured yourself out is part of being a human being. the faults we have and the things we struggle with doesn't defines whether we are kind-hearted people or not, and that's what it comes down to. you just have to live with things and accept yourself for it.

wednesday mornings can be revelating

Akira Kosemura – Hicari