Charlotte Eriksson's Blog, page 8

I am the human version of tangled headphones

I am the human version of tangled headphones

You don’t have to be scared to lose someone, when there’s no one around to lose.– Charlotte…

You don’t have to be scared to lose someone, when there’s no one around to lose.
– Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps

theglasschild:“You realize you are not alone, right? No one in their twenties has life figured...

theglasschild:

“You realize you are not alone, right? No one in their twenties has life figured out. It’s okay to be a mess. You’re living.”

— Things my therapist told me today.

If nothing else, one day you can look someone straight in the eyes and say‘But I lived through it….

If nothing else, one day you can look someone straight in the eyes and say
‘But I lived through it. And it made me who I am today.’
— Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You

theglasschild:“Every widow wakes one morning, perhaps after years of pure and unwavering grieving,...

theglasschild:

“Every widow wakes one morning, perhaps after years of pure and unwavering grieving, to realize she slept a good night’s sleep, and will be able to eat breakfast, and doesn’t hear her husband’s ghost all the time, but only some of the time. Her grief is replaced with a useful sadness. Every parent who loses a child finds a way to laugh again. The timbre begins to fade. The edge dulls. The hurt lessens. Every love is carved from loss. Mine was. Yours is. Your great-great-great-grandchildren’s will be. But we learn to live in that love.”

— Jonathan Safran Foer

theglasschild:You lived a wayside from yourself for so long, you have forgotten the names of...

theglasschild:

You lived a wayside from yourself for so long, you have forgotten the names of simple things; a poem—winter—sharp—your hands grappled at words having fled from your palms.

(how did this happen?)

theglasschild:“Happiness is a journey, not a destination. For a long time it seemed to me that...

theglasschild:

“Happiness is a journey, not a destination. For a long time it seemed to me that life was about to begin – real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life. This perspective has helped me to see there is no way to happiness. Happiness is the way. So treasure every moment you have and remember that time waits for no one.”
– Souza

book dedications are so tender here is this piece of art i made for an audience of thousands. but…

theorangepdf:

book dedications are so tender here is this piece of art i made for an audience of thousands. but really every word is for you

Leila Chatti, from “Postcard from Gone”

weltenwellen:

Leila Chatti, from “Postcard from Gone”

theglasschild:“Life did not impress me and I did not impress...

theglasschild:

“Life did not impress me and I did not impress life. We were two companions who’d been forced together, and we tried to get a long or coexist but communication failed and I was misunderstood, and misunderstood life; until I found art. Or art found me, which it rather feels like because I never sought it, never wished for it, it just showed up one night when I needed it the most and it communicated in a way I finally understood. It spoke to me, sang to me, danced for me, and for the first time I understood and could make myself understood, and that’s when it all changed.”
― Charlotte Eriksson, Another Vagabond Lost To Love: Berlin Stories on Leaving & Arriving