Sina’s friend’s birthday party at a cabin by a lake. Good stuff. Even better stuff being that I had the foresight to take a book with me so that around 3 AM when the dudes were (by the sound of it) having a drunken orgy in the sauna, I had something more interesting to do. And in the process I managed to recommend Malazan Book of the Fallen (the book I was/am reading is Forge of Darkness) to at least three people, and one of them even seemed to remember said conversation in the morning.

Downside is that this is really not a book I should be reading in public. Though, at that point I doubt anybody really paid much mind to me squealing at the first encounter of Caladan Brood or Spinnock Durav or every single time Silchas is as much as mentioned…

e-zekiel replied to your post: I think I just

I dont really know whats going on buT GO FOR IT! Take a chance instead of regretting not lunging for it years from now.

What’s going on is that I may be going to Slovenia next autumn and studying there for the next year. And I really. really. want to do this. But I’m also terrified. But I probably will do it anyway because heck, exactly as you say, I’ll regret it forever if I don’t and I’ll never get anywhere if I don’t step out of my comfort zone and yes.

Also, thanks. <3

hattiebear replied to your post: Essay;

You can do it! :D

…Sort of. Just handed it in, at 1800-ish words but fuck it. I comfort myself by telling myself it can’t possibly be the worst essay he’s ever read. Okay, I guess it technically can, but. Hey, it’s on time!

Also, thanks. <3

Current word count: 1358

Required word count: 2000-2500

Deadline: in 1,5 hours

Level of self-loathing: over 9000

I applied to the Erasmus exchange program a while back, well, obviously when the application period was on, but didn’t hear anything back and thought they didn’t pick me and just forgot to tell me or something. But now I got an e-mail saying that it still needs to be confirmed with the target university but it’s okay with my home university. What do I do oh god panic I want to do this and I need to do this now if I’m going to because I’m not getting any younger here but just panic.

iamthewoodendoor replied to your post: All of a sudden I cant stop listening to Dead End…

At first I didnt like this album, but now I like it very much.

I think it took a while for me too, then I liked it a lot, then got bored of it and now I haven’t been listening to Katatonia at all for a while, until suddenly… bam. Listening to it for a few hours already… x)

There’s an annoying trend in new Katatonia, though, that it’s very frustrating to sing along to. The last two albums I think. Can’t really pinpoint what it is that makes it so, but I think it’s a combination of Renkse’s articulation and asdf what’s the word in English? Vocal arrangements? Anyway. ^^;

All of a sudden I can’t stop listening to Dead End Kings. Well, now, brain, isn’t this all kinds of random…

Renkse looks so much like my best friend & ex that I honestly don’t know anymore.

One of these days
Hours pass yet the night stays
When your spirit won’t turn anew
The world shuts down with no goodbye to undo you

missedstations:

Mistah Kurtz—he dead.

      A penny for the Old Guy

      I

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom
Remember us—if at all—not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.

      II

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death’s dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind’s singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.

Let me be no nearer
In death’s dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat’s coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer—

Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom

      III

This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man’s hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this
In death’s other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.

      IV

The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death’s twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.

      V

Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o’clock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
                                For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
                                Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
                                For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.