Thea og Martes bursdagsfest

Thea og Marte feiret bursdagen sin, white trash style (I missed the memo). Det varte all night long, all night, med dans og kjøkkenheng. Good times:

 

I have only two emotions, careful fear and dead devotion

Ryan O'Connell skriver både morsomt og trist om alt mellom himmel og jord, men kanskje mest om å vokse opp, være 26 år gammel og homofil, og du burde sjekke ut bloggen hans her.

"A part of you knew this was going to happen. Growing up, you just had this feeling that you wouldn’t transition well to adult life, that you’d fall right through the cracks. And look at you now. La di da, it’s happening. 

Your mother, your father, your grandparents: they all look at you like you’re some prized jewel and they tell you over and over again just how lucky you are to be young and have your whole life ahead of you. “Getting old ain’t for sissies,” your father tells you wearily. You wish they’d stop saying these things to you because all it does is fill you with guilt and panic. 

All it does is remind you of how much you’re not taking advantage of your youth. You want to kiss all kinds of different people, you want to wake up in a stranger’s bed maybe once or twice just to see if it feels good to feel nothing, you want to have a group of friends that feels like a tribe, a bonafide family. You want to go from one place to the next constantly and have your weekends feel like one long epic day. You want to dance to stupid music in your stupid room and have a nice job that doesn’t get in the way of living your life too much. You want to be less scared, less anxious, and more willing. Because if you’re closed off now, you can only imagine what you’ll be like later." 

(Photocredit: Lara Alegre)

Parga

Jeg var en uke i Parga med mamma og Sandra i juli. Der var det fantastisk vær og fantastisk mat, jeg leste ut tre bøker på stranda, og skulle gjerne reist tilbake nånånå. Høsten ser ut til å ha begynt allerede i august, så mine planer om å bade i Oslofjorden i år er nok relativt urealistiske. I stedet kan jeg se lengselsfullt på feriebildene (mens jeg sitter i fosterstilling og hører på "Summer Moved On").