Peter Bjorn and John - Up Against the Wall
Yet another great Swedish band!
You don’t know how it feels you’ve got me up against the wall
The Big Pink - Velvet (Lykke Li Cover)
I’m not looking for love, but it’s hard to resist
I don’t recall, me and mistakes…
These arms are mine
Don’t matter who they hold
So should I maybe, just leave love alone
You call out my name, for the love you need
That you won’t find in me
Meditation (detail), Simone Martini. Italian Gothic Era Painter (ca 1285-1344)
(Source: poboh, via cavetocanvas)
MUGLER
AUTOMNE-HIVER 2012/2013
Soundtrack: Azelia Banks
re: Stacks - Bon Iver
I keep throwing it down two hundred at a time
It’s hard to find it when you knew it
When your money’s gone
And you’re drunk as hell
Swedish Thoughts: My Manifesto, For You
Researching Swedish culture and their philosophies has really touched a part of my soul that I sense I have been hiding from the world. The Swedish word “jantelagen,” from my understanding, ultimately means equality- no superiority. And as a result, a conscious and willing lifestyle of low self esteem for the benefit of equality. Maybe my understanding of this notion is jaded for I have not lived in Sweden (yet) therefore have not applied the Swedish lifestyle to my own, but I find myself living in jantelagen.
I am tired (exhausted, even) of feeling that my thoughts are inadequate, or even unworthy. But I willingly suppress them: for you. I have lived my life with this understanding of oneness, and with the world being inhabited by billions of others capable of consciousness, I have told myself this: how are my thoughts, my emotions, my being itself, anything to give rank to amongst others. I truly never wish to be superior, privileged, or viewed as pompous. But I fear that my silence, my sense of sanctity for my thoughts, is sometimes viewed as pretentiousness. In fact, it is the complete opposite: my silence is my personal way of screaming to the world: “sanctuary!” My mind is my Church.
If Swedish culture embraces and even promotes jantelagen, then I am ready to board the train. The “vision” (a word I have so humbly stolen from Kerouac) of a society that views each others thoughts as equal is a vision I have cultivated and hopefully expressed to others throughout my life. Even this jargon, banter, or rant about my own philosophies and my admiration for Swedish culture is equal to even those who disagree.
This is my manifesto. This is my break of silence. Allow yourself to have low self esteem. For only through self-consciousness can equality truly emerge.
This is what I’m doing to every male I encounter tonight…
My girl Victoria too funny
