"In today's society, people value a very specific type of person. And then they want you to be like that. It's important to them how you dress or talk. They care about who you hang out with or what you have been up to this weekend. Too many people a...
[I still can't breath. Skam is over and so am I. I'm dead inside. I can't believe this show just ended. It was a beautiful ending. Don't get me wrong, I don't agree with everything (Hallå, P-Chris, what you doing? Love at first sight, bullfuckingshit, I'm sorry) but I'm extremely happy about other things (My OTP from S1, Chris and Vilde). Anyways, I'm kind of in the middle of processing that I have to say goodbye to these characters now who literally feel like friends to me. So I don't think that I'll be updating as often as you are used to but it'll still be frequently. (I also have a ton of stress at work at the moment so I'm sorry.) Just give me two to three days after each update.]
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The snow was making traffic outside on the streets of Oslo hard. The night had been a rough one and now there were only few people fighting their way through the winter hell to get somewhere. I smiled, sitting inside on our big couch in the living room, a cup of tea in my hands and a blanket draped over my legs. The TV was on but I wasn't really paying attention to it. Fredrik was out again since the girl he had met on Friday apparently meant more to him than a hook up and he wanted to spend time with her. I smiled, remembering how he had blushed when I'd asked about her. I was happy my brother had maybe finally found a nice girl for him. My eyes were looking through the window outside onto the street. My basket full of wool stood beside me on the floor. I had tried to knit a terribly ugly scarf but given up about half way through it. I really wanted to be able to knit. It was great. You were able to make scarfs and beanies and gloves and could save a lot of money in that way. You also didn't need to worry about present ideas for friends and family anymore. But I just wasn't talented or patient enough to knit. So the basket with the wool balls was more of a decoration in our living room now. I sighed, looking down into my cup. My phone buzzed on the wooden table in front of me and I leaned forward to pick it up.
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I stared at Jonas' texts for a few seconds before my brain actually sent a message to my body that it was indeed decided to stand up and open the window for Jonas. I was a little nervous since we hadn't spoken after the incident on Friday and I wasn't yet sure if I wanted to talk to him about it. I heard a few knocks against glass before I had even opened my bedroom door. I smiled at Jonas who was pressing his nose against the window, grimacing at me coming towards him.
