In the north.

Please vote for my cat in this competition? We have a chance to win catfood, in which I’d be gratefull due to bad economy at this moment :( Follow link; http://woobox.com/8it6jh/gallery/1qIJhAKDP2A

Dear followers on Tumblr and Instagram, I’m so glad that you’re still hanging around eventhou my inactivity has been at reign. This post is, as you could guess by it’s title, about a cat competition. It’s a picture competition where you can win cat food (which would be lovely at this moment since I’m currently unemployed :( ). Would you fellas mind handing a vote for my picture? I need to stay at top 5 in order to have a chance :) Follow this link: (and if you don’t get a picture up, it’s the cat on the back) http://woobox.com/8it6jh/gallery/1qIJhAKDP2A Or: https://www.facebook.com/Djurkompaniet/?sk=app_451684954848385&brandloc=DISABLE&app_data=view-vote%2Cfor-11445512

New prologue for a poetrynovel I'm writting at the moment. :) Enjoy! Under the dim glow from the streetlight, I met a man. He told me I had a pretty face; I told him he had a pretty destiny. So I brought him with me down to the slick, passionate flames of hell.

Hi, I can't see when this message arrived but I assume that I'm late with answering.But yes, I'm in Scandinavia. Stockholm, Sweden to be exact. :)

Take this love off my chest. Let it ease, let it rest. Close my eyes, Let them never see, all these lies. That we tell ourselves, both you and I. Let us take them to the grave, so they become as truthful and honest, as us when we die.

Worth the minutes of your time. It's learning, it's us. <3

Due to renovation in appartment, studies and constantly changing place to stay at my posts will be delayed. Stay more tuned in on insta: Nordanatt Happy spring dears! ♥

I'm not a person who's fond of self pity, but sometimes I wonder how long I will have to put up resistence towards things in order for a moment of "serenity". Unwilling to say exactly what I've been through, I can just say that it is enough for another to give up on (actually heard those depressing words about my past..). But why would one give up? Can I give up? Should I? - I truly can't. Nobody shouldn't. Seeing all around what people are going through strikes me with great awe for what a humans are capable of. If life is suppose to be a battle, why give up before we know where the victory lies? You wouldn't stop to argue for something you're passionate about, why would you stop to argue against the challanges life hands us? Stay strong, but remember it's okay to have your weaker moments.

Nature's kingdom of ice.

I kind of wandered of my red thread there.. My point is that we need to learn to meet headwind,people who are sceptical and even how to handle those trying to push us down. We become so much more vulnerable when we take it too hard. In this way fear is also created. The fear of expressing ourselves. The fear of being wrong, Followed my prehaps a lighter or heavier depression or frustration. Fight it, by realizing that everybody has flaws, and our words, thoughts and feelings aren't polished to perfection! Interpret this into our way of communicating and handling things that are challanging. You will feel big stressrelief, become stronger in yourself and your way of expressing. What is the hardest critic you ever met, and how did you get through it?

Do not speak. Unless you know how to listen.

It happens often that I pause in whatever I'm currently doing to ask myself if I'm a lost dreamer. Aren't I? Why am I studying to become a folklorist? Why do I want to work with dreamworlds and prefer it to reality? Am I simply a character in this world as Don Quijote is in Cervantes story? A person who is fighting against windmills, simply because the real world isn't what I'd like? It appears to be so. I fight these windmills because this is the only problem. If I can defeat the windmills my world will instantly become better. And I prefer my dreamworld because in the real world keeps on disappointing me. I see people who work so hard to become what they want, but doesn't reach it. I see people who cries over the lack of humanity towards eachother, yet does not live as they preach. I see a society becoming a robot, that we people have built although we don't want it. In my dreamworld I can become what I want by following the path to it, and I always reach my goal. In my dreamworld we remind eachother when we are loosing the connection to our roots. We guide eachother because we know we will evolve together as a team and not as competitors. We had an idea of how the world should look and took the first steps towards it, long long time ago. When did we become so blind that we fell on our own feet?

- Paulo Coelho

These are photos of an old postcard I found while going through old photos of my famiy. I was struck that it contained folklore! The famous little sprites in the meadow. This is a famous part in swedish shieling culture :) The artist is called Bror Erik, and these postcards are probably from around 1940 or somewhat (Uncertain, no date stated on the cards). Have you encountered folklore somewhere or somehow you didn't expect?