// We Are Stardust //

Eternal Night

Something I really love about Norway is that winter almost feels like an eternal night. We have some sunny mild winter days, but most days I see the moon and stars when I wake up and the sun has already set by the time I get home in the afternoon. The snow covers everything and sparkles under the moonlight, it's almost magical. We have these winter lights put up all over the country, they look like fairylights, just to brighten up the winter.

#WeirdNorwegianFacts

In Norwegian we don’t say married we say “gift” which also translates to poison, and I think that is beautiful

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I. What a tragedy it is Two lonely beings Knitted together By neither desire nor love Only pain And cruel destiny And the seed of a pomegranateII. What a tragedy it is A daughter of life Of flowers, of soft spring and sweet summer Forever sentenced to be deprived Of melancolic autumn and frosty winter It isn’t fair But then again Life rarely isIII. And he Prince of the dead, first son of time Ever dark and alone Has anyone ever wondered If he was lonely Down in his quiet home Has anyone ever wondered If he wanted to reign On what his brothers had left him(IV. Two opposite souls Brought together by silent fate It is no tragedy Simply what was supposed to happen As fire and water dance As day and night merge Knitted together Creating a love Made of thorns and sunflowers Creating a love Made for legends and eternity)

2am mythology poetry; some people just deserve a happy ending (via moreofachaserr)

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Winter

Ice skating with someone you love, clinging onto them. Rosy cheeks. Frost on your eyelashes. Winter winds. Freezing hands. The crackling under your feet when you walk on the snow. Long socks. Elegant coats paired with mittens and scarves. Frozen landscapes. Feeling the cold air in your chest as you breath in. Those sunny days when you feel a little more awake.

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“watch the queen conquer.”

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“Her eyes, a labyrinth even Theseus cannot escape.”

-DY // an eight word story // I am hopelessly lost, even with Ariadne’s string

I feel the passion and wilderness in my fingertips and carved into my bones

Messy thoughts on paper

// glass //

We are the dancers, we create the dreams

My tattoo