Your tears are much heavier these days. .

Over The Misty Mountains Cold

 

Far over the misty mountains cold

To dungeons deep and caverns old

We must away ere break of day

To seek the pale enchanted gold.

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,

While hammers fell like ringing bells

In places deep, where dark things sleep,

In hollow halls beneath the fells.

For ancient king and elvish lord

There many a gleaming golden hoard

They shaped and wrought, and light they caught

To hide in gems on hilt of sword.

On silver necklaces they strung

The flowering stars, on crowns they hung

the dragon-fire, in twisted wire

They meshed the light of moon and sun.

Far over the misty mountains cold

To dungeons deep and caverns old

We must away, ere break of day,

To claim our long-forgotten gold.

Goblets they carved there for themselves

And harps of gold; where no man delves

There lay they long, and many a song

Was sung unheard by men or elves.

The pines were roaring on the height,

The winds were moaning in the night.

The fire was red, it flaming spread;

The trees like torches blazed with light.

The bells were ringing in the dale

And men looked up with faces pale;

Then dragon's ire more fierce than fire

Laid low their towers and houses frail.

The mountain smoked beneath the moon;

The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom

They fled  their hall to dying fall

Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.

Far over the misty mountains grim

To dungeons deep and caverns dim

We must away, ere break of day,

To win our harps and gold from him.

 

 

There and back again. .

Mumford & Sons - The Enemy (for Wuthering Heights)

 

 

Still round the corner there may wait

A new road or a secret gate,

And though I oft have passed them by,

A day will come at last when I

Shall take the hidden paths that run

West of the Moon, East of the Sun.

When You Are Old

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

- W.B. Yeats

Nighttime activity.

Sincerely, .

Florence + The Machine - What The Water Gave Me

Sigur Rós - Hoppipolla

This makes me smile..

The good die young

Until one has loved an animal, a part of one's soul remains unawakened.

Is the future Bright?

Drought

May you live every day of your life.

My dear,
If I could wish upon you one thing it would be this:

May you live every day of your life.

May you not dwell in the past. Whatever the past was, it’s gone. Whether the past was dastardly awful or outrageously wonderful, it is gone. Leave it behind.
May you not dwell in the future. Thinking of that which you shall do. Because, before you realize it, you shan’t. The problem with dwelling in the future is that it’s perfect. Terribly so! In the future you’re happy, beautiful, in love, famous, rich, and successful… somehow. And it is this somehow that will ruin you. Erase “Tomorrow I’ll” from your vocabulary instantly I say. Because tomorrow will never come. Now is here however, and patiently waiting.
May you actually live! Embrace the day at hand. Live in the now. Because it is eternal and unbound. The now doesn’t recognize yesterday’s failures, or tomorrow’s successes. And thus it is truly unchained. And an unchained mind flies.

Live in the now, and you shall sprout wings.

Truly yours,
Jonathan Swift

Moving, agian!

This is how my room looks like at the moment:

I've found out that I have alot of books, and their all in these:

Since I'm not leaving with my stuff, but join it in three weeks time, I had to leave something behind for me to read:

I'm really worried I won't have room for everything at the new place in Oslo, but then I'll just live with books in my bed!

There's No Place Like Here: Brazenhead Books

One day, I'll get my ass to New York City, and seek out this place!

Bohemian Rhapsody!

1977-2011

RIP Ryan Dunn

Long Nights

Have no fear, for when I'm alone
I'll be better off than I was before

I've got this light
I'll be around to grow
Who I was before
I cannot recall

Long nights allow me to feel I'm falling, I am falling
The lights go out
Let me feel I'm falling, I am falling
Safely to the ground
Ah...

I'll take this soul that's inside me now
Like a brand new friend
I'll forever know

I've got this light and the will to show
I will always be better than before

Long nights allow me to feel I'm falling, I am falling
The lights go out
Let me feel I'm falling, I am falling
Safely to the ground