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Oh we can talk about my family! I am an unplanned only child. My mom is a sexologist, and my dad is a psychologist. They never loved me. They were only concerned about one another and their sex life. I come from a shit town called Mjøndalen, and fled as soon as I was 15. Fled to Madrid. I talk to them once a month. They are happy without me. I am happy without them. I don’t have siblings. I already told you that, so.

“ Dear Sana, this speech is for you. And you’re getting it because what you’re inviting us to today, overthrows American presidents tomorrow. We live in a chaotic world where it’s difficult to understand the rules. Because why are some people poor and other people rich? Why do some people have to be refugees, while others are safe? Why are some people spit on on the street? And why is it that sometimes, even though you try to do something good, it’s still met with hate? It’s not weird that people give up. That they stop believing in the good. But thank you so much for not giving up, Sana. Because even though it sometimes feels like it, no one’s ever alone. Each and every one of us is a part of the big chaos. And what you do today, has an effect tomorrow.”

                                                                                skam (september 22, 2015 - june 24, 2017)

I’m not sad!

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People experience horrible things every day and they still manage to be nice to others. Being an asshole is not something you’re born with, or something you become, it’s a choice.

when everything seems hopeless, just take one day at a time.

i threw water in ingrid’s face because she and her friends called you a slut for hooking up with william. that’s how it works in my ‘muslim gangster world’.

1.04 vs 4.10

I walked around paranoid all the time because I thought there might be something between you two. I thought that if you and I could do something like that to Ingrid, you could do the same thing to me. Maybe I thought I deserved it. I became insecure and desperate. Your opinion meant more than my own. That’s not how it should be.

What is this bullshit about what kind of person I am? Maybe I am someone who gives up! I don’t know! Everyone is like “What kind of person are you? You have to know who you are.” What a fucking cliché!

you know mom just wants what’s best for us. it’s just that she was born in a completely different country in a completely different time, so she doesn’t know what it’s like to be us. you have to stop having such a sad face. because when you’re sad, i’m sad too. 

There’s a boy I like. He is funny and smart. Very good looking. And I even think he can cook. I’ve only talked to him a little. Don’t even know if he likes me.