…just seeps into one’s soul naturally.
And I will never stop stating that if I am defined not by my actions but through the friends and family I have; then I’m a superb human being.
…didn’t win the Pulitzer Prize this year either. But of course, that’s just Bah! Humbug! anyway.
*Mopes in a corner.
…det sorgsnaste ord jag lärt mig på många år.
…be the ugliest feeling of them all.
I usually don’t buy a ticket to Nowhere Land but this time I believe I got a one-way because I can’t seem to find my return ticket.
Inspire me, please. This vacuum will kill me.
…week, instead of falling apart:
And if not shoot; at least be ready to.
But not the Easter Bunny.
I love the Easter Bunny.
The Easter Bunny will be my Saviour.
…outside. Turn on the TV. Old rerun from 1981 of “This Is Your Life”. My favorite show ever and the one and only reason for why I chose media/show/TV/theater/film as my line of business.
I guess I should feel nostalgia — both because, beside the storytelling part, that was the entire point of the show and also because of all the people who are not longer with us — but all I feel is sadness.
Some things should just rest.
But then again as the — seemingly happy and surprised — protagonist/”kidnap victim” of this episode once wrote:
“Om man vägrar att se bakåt och inte vågar se framåt, så måste man se upp.”
Tage Danielsson, Framtiden
(“If you refuse to look back and do not dare to look ahead, then you have to watch out.” In Swedish ‘watch up’ for a better understanding of the wordplay and pun…)
…be open for reuniting is a scary thought. Everything I hold dear may be an illusion.
Don’t shatter the crystal.
…screwed up, weird and funnily lovable oddball. Our own private little jester.
You make sure that we always fall over your jokes and forgive you for trespassing. You talk, talk and talk but say really nothing.
We get it; you’re the jokester. The illusionist, but not the great philosopher you wish to be.
So, on a scale of 1-10, how sorrowful and downhearted are you behind the scenes?