"Fra min råtnende kropp, skal blomster vokse, og jeg er i dem, og dét er Evighet"
Not now, Edvard!
It's not the beginning of the end, just the end of the beginning. But I am greedy enough to find even that frightening. Is there no meaning beneath ultimate meaning?
Words cant save me anymore.
But maybe the sound of the egg sliding into the frying pan.
My tether tonight is made of seaweed and sesame oil and gochujang.
Here is the place where I am to ramble about life and love and languages. You'll probably encounter some quasi-anthropological ranting and a lot of wanderlust. I do try not to be too emo, and occasionally throw in things of worldly interest, so stop by and read if you have a few minutes. :)
Whom to Know
- Elindomiel
- I'm a university student who likes languages, literature, and having friends from all over the world.
Blog Archive
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November
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- Senz Umbrellas
- Rain
- Bad Decisions
- Thanksgiving in Spain
- Mini Updates on Finals and Travel
- Travelling Alone
- Which Movie am I Watching?
- Älvdalska
- Language Day
- Basque Flags
- Laughter in 16 Frames
- Skyping with Laura
- Naughty Miranda
- The Woman with the 5 Elephants
- Semester vs. Year
- The Gianfranco Family
- Touching Earth
- Last Days of Gianfranco
- Melissa ^^
- Magic Peanut Butter Cookies (3 Ingredients!)
- A Quiet Weekend
- Rain and Shine
- Tetris
- Life
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