Easter break began with easter eggs and a movie with laughter and friends. I have been dancing and gone to cafées, discussed life’s greatness and wondered about our smallness.
Emma came by and baked with me. Then sweetpeople filled my sofa and a movie began on our tv. We tried to blow up a bottle of coke with mentos underneath the stars, but we failed miserably.
Ate a kinder-egg for the first time in, like, seven years, nostalgia.
Meeting with Athena and an evning with the sewmachine.
Ellen and Rachel visited me and we made avocado-hummus and ate strawberries, made pie and ate it with cool vanilla-icecream.
And an early night at Cornelia’s with games and a night-walk into town in the chilly air. Found a ♀ on a tree.
Derek Nichols tweeted a poem written by his 14 year old brother Jordan. The poem spread like wildfire on the internet, and when you read it you will understand why. It is so touching that I think I will shed a lonesome tear.
Our generation will be known for nothing.
Never will anybody say,
We were the peak of mankind.
That is wrong, the truth is
Our generation was a failure.
We actually succeeded
Is a waste. And we know
Living only for money and power
Is the way to go.
Being loving, respectful, and kind
Is a dumb thing to do.
Forgetting about that time,
Will not be easy, but we will try.
Changing our world for the better
Is something we never did.
Was how we handled our problems.
Was a joke.
We knew that
People thought we couldn’t come back
That might be true,
Unless we turn things around
(Read from bottom to top now)
People who use the argument that so many girls falsely reported rape commit a serious crime and push equality back a couple of hundred or more steps. To say that so many girls falsely accuse men for sexual abuse and therefore we must assume that most girls who have the courage to ask for help also must lie is the worst lie we can tell ourselves.
Women and girls don’t report because they are scared that no one will belive them, that they will get slut-shamed or ignored. There are a huge amount of unreported cases when it comes to this. Is this how we want it to be?!
This is how it actually looks!
We in Athena made a short film filled with everyday stories about how the structural oppression can take its shape. The movie is called “To live in a patriarchy.” And it’s in Swedish, just so you know.
Three hundred years later… Another award nominee, which is a four-in-one award. I am extremely glad and thankful to the lovely Writer X who nominated me for this award. These award things are, as I interpret it, more like a chain-mail. But it’s still amazing to get nominated.
1. The Influential Blogger Award
2. The Awesome Blog Content Award
3. The Inner Peace Award
4. The Sunshine Award
- Thank the person/s who nominated you.
- Nominate other people.
- Describe yourself with the alphabet.
- Notify your nominees.
- Have a fabulous day!
Me from A-Z(Ö)
Artist.I love beeing creative and I have several ways to get my creative outlet. For example I like dancing, singing, writing, painting etc.
Books. Reading is one of my many passions.
Cats. I love cats. They are so cute and so smart and cosy and so on and so forth.
Dare. I want to dare, I dream to dare, but I can’t.
Eating. Food is tasty and good for you. Especially cookies and cake.
Flying. My biggest, unachievable dream in this entire world is to fly.
Give. I believe in the saying that the more you give the more you get.
Hope. Humans, including myself, live of hope. Without hope we have nothing to live for.
Improve. I always strive for improvement in everything I do and in being myself.
July. I was born the fourth of july on America’s national day.
Kiwi. I love kiwi. I never eat it though…
Linger. I linger in the past more than I live in the now…
Miracle. I believe in miracles.
Never enough. Nothing is enough, not ever. Whether it’s about me or others, things or dreams, efforts or hopes.
Oak. I love oaks and want one in my garden.
Procrastination. That’s my expertise.
Questions. My head is always full of questions. More questions than answers…
Racism. I hate racism and can’t understand how people can judge others on such a level.
Songs. Songs can speak directly to your heart and that’s why I love music.
Time. I wish time didn’t exist. It’s too slow, too quick… all at once.
Understand. Sometimes i just wish that I could make myself understandable…
Veterinary. When I was a kid I wanted to become a vet.
Writing. I love to write and want to publish a book someday.
X…I can’t think of any X-word that has anything to do with me. Except for the fact that every word beginning with X looks abnormal.
Youtube. That’s a good way to waste some time.
Zoo. When I was younger I loved visiting the zoo. I think I still do but it was a while ago since the last time.
(Had to include ÅÄÖ as well, since I can. After all, they still are letters in the alphabet.)
Ångest. (Anxiety) I suffer from it from time to time, but then again, I think everyone does.
Äventyr. (Adventure) I wish I was a bit more adventurous.
Önskning. (Wish) I wish for a lot of things. But most of it will never happen.
I know I should nominate other blogs… but I haven’t had the time so I will just be thankful that I got nominated and hope that others will pass on this award.
Jag sitter en lugn kväll framför min dator och lyssnar på låg mysig musik i bakgrunden. På mitt nyhetsflöde på Facebook så ser jag en delad status om en lapp som sprider hat mot tiggare och invandrare i allmänhet, drar slutsatser som inte är sanna och avhumaniserar dessa människor. Kommentarerna var väst. De sa att de var stolta för att de inte har gett en enda krona och att tiggarna borde fara och tigga någon annan stans. Förstår de inte att även tiggare är människor?
En tiggar-liga som polisen har identifierat är en bluff, finns ingen sådan. Det enda lappen informerar om är hur otroligt blinda, arroganta och omänskliga vi som människor är. Den sprider en bluff och det som är så hemskt är att så många gått på den.
Så ge en slant, du kommer troligtvis inte lida nöd av detta, det gör nog mer gott än ont.