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Get high quality brushes for less $

Category: beauty // 22.07.2017 at.13:04 o' clock // 2 comments

Remember that time, last year I think, when I spent $21 (168 NOK ,-) on a fancy new makeup brush in pink? Well, if you want an update on that, let me tell you that those pink hairs started coming off pretty soon after I bought it. So this time, when looking for a new makeup brush, I didn't bother going down town to buy another overpriced product. This time I went online and found a really, really cheap one.  

Obviously, at such a ridiculous price, I was expecting some low quality crap. I mean, even the expensive one that I bought last year turned out to be a waste of money. I thought this time, at least I wouldn't waste as much.

Imagine my surprise when it came in the mail. This was definitely not the junk I had expected. This actually seems to be of good quality. The hairs are so soft and comfortable on my skin, and they - don't! - come off! I'm so in love with this brush right now, and will definintely be buying a thousand more! Get it here!



If one man can show so much hatred..

Category: Norway // 22.07.2017 at.11:40 o' clock // No comments

On July 22nd 2011 a bomb went off in Oslo. The very same day, not too long after, reports came in about a man shooting teenagers at Utøya. Seventy seven people lost their lives that day, in the incident that will go down in history books as the first terrorism attack on Norway since world war 2.

In Norway we typically refer to it by the date it happened: 22.Juli (July 22nd). We do so, because this didn't only affect the places where the terrorism took place. It affected us all. In such a small country, you're bound to be related to it somehow. Either you have a family member or a friend who died, or you know someone who knew someone who did. This isn't "the Oslo tragedy" or the "Utøya massacre". This is a tragedy, a massacre, a terrorist attack, that affected us all (read more about it here). 

Every year, when the summer starts to fade, and the calendar marks the date july 22nd, people gather in the streets of Oslo and on Utøya to lay down flowers. To come together and say some words. Share some thoughts. Hold hands and cry for the lives that were lost and the families that were destroyed. Every year they have a camerateam filming, so that those of us who can't make it there in person, can still be a part of it through social media and TV's. Every year on this date the newspapers print a story on the front page of someone who were affected by the tragedy. So that we will never forget how lives were changed that day.

The sign says:



If you're interested in hearing my personal story, let me know in the comments.


I see humans but (still) no humanity

Category: thoughts // 21.07.2017 at.17:28 o' clock // One comment

I remember reading an article a few years ago. It was about a troubled man from Drammen (Norway). As he was sitting there with one foot out the window, ready to jump to his death, people gathered in the streets. They were talking. Shouting.

But they weren't trying to help him. They weren't begging him to hold on. No. "Jump!", they shouted, with their phones pointing towards him. They were filming. They were laughing and cracking jokes. They hadn't come because they were worried about him. They weren't there to save him. No. They came in hopes of getting something on tape that would get them a few extra views on social media. They cared more about getting something shocking on tape than a mans life.

At that point my heart broke. Not for me this time, but for humanity as a whole. At that point I realized that humanity is lost. Empathy is slowly fading.

That was 3 years ago.

Today I sit here with the exact same feeling. My heart has once again been broken by the people of the world. As I heard the news about Linkin Park singer Chester Bennington commiting suicide, and saw how people were cracking jokes about it on social media, I realized that sadly, nothing has changed. People are still assholes. Empathy continues to fade, as ego grows bigger. I read status updates saying it's good that he's gone so he can't make any more music. A friend of mine wrote that. Maybe he meant it as a joke, maybe he didn't. It doesn't really matter. What matters is that a person killed himself, and people joke about it like his life, his pain, meant nothing.

It's bad enough that we live in a world so cruel that people kill themselves to escape reality, but now we're heading in a direction where we find that amusing. Actually, we're not 'heading in a direction', we're already there. This is our reality now. People are in so much pain they think dying is the better option, and instead of being affected by that fact - instead of trying to change the world - we simply laugh at those who couldn't take it?

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5 tips to become a morning person

Category: Life, according to me // 21.07.2017 at.13:40 o' clock // 2 comments

Do you feel like there's not enough hours in a day for all the things you have planned? Chances are you're just sleeping them away. So here's my 5 tips to get out of bed earlier.

If your room is dark you'll convince yourself to continue sleeping. So throw those curtains away, keep your window open and let the sun in! 

Music makes you feel more energized. Create a spotify list, name it "Wake up bitch!" or whatever you like, and play it every morning. I suggest you include the following songs, even if these aren't the kind of songs you'd normally listen to:

Survivor - Eye of the tiger
Cyndi Lauper - Girls just wanna have fun
The pointer sisters - I'm so excited
Little Mix - Black magic
Manian - welcome to the club
Special D - Come with me
Special D - you
Smokie - living next door to Alice

Some people drink coffee, some drink energy drinks, and some simply want a glass of cold water in the morning. Find something that works for you.

It's painful, but I promise it's worth it.

Get some sun in your eyes and wind in your hair. Smell the morning dew and the fresh air.


Let me be completely honest here..

Category: Life, according to me // 18.07.2017 at.22:42 o' clock // 2 comments

While browsing the internet today, I came across this picture.

My immediate response to this was, and will always be, to roll my eyes and shake my head. I'm gonna spare you the lies, and be completely honest: there's no way the little girl on the left could ever compare to the young woman on the right.

Before you attack me for being 'a cold hearted bitch', let me tell you a little bit about the little girl on the left. Her name is Adalia Rose. She suffers from something called progeria, which is a rare condition that makes her body age several times faster than the average human being. People with progeria typically live to be around 8 to 21 years old. Adalia's body, despite her young age, is like the body of an old lady. She will never have flawless skin, or long, thick, shiny hair. She will never have a pair of perfect double D's or a butt like the Kardashians. She will never be able to fit society's standard of what's considered beautiful.

So no. Comparing her looks to the woman on the right and telling her that they are just as visually attractive, is a big, fat, cruel lie. You know it. I know it. Adalia probably knows it. She's not blind. She has eyes. She can see. She has a brain. She can understand. She doesn't suffer from stupidity or denial, she suffers from progeria. Anyone who's seen her on TV or follow her on social media already knows that she's a very clever, young girl with a lot to teach us. She knows she's different. She knows she'll never be the next Miss Universe. So why bother lying? 

Because you want her to feel good about herself?

No. If you wanted her to feel good about herself, you'd tell her what a brave little girl she is. You'd tell her how talented she is. How funny she is. How clever she is. You'd tell her how strong she is. How she's such an inspiration. How she's so precious. You'd tell her that she's amazing. You'd tell her that you're there for her, if she ever wants a friend or just someone to talk to. You'd tell her that there are more important things in life than flawless skin and long hair. If you wanted her to feel good about herself, you wouldn't have to lie. There are a billion things you could tell her, a billion compliments you could give her, that has nothing to do with her looks.

But you don't care, do you? You don't care about her illness. You don't care if she believes you. You're just saying nice things so you can go to bed in the evening feeling like a good person. Like you did something good today. You're saying she's beautiful because deep down, you feel guilty for thinking the opposite, and you think that by "saving" her with lies about how beautiful she looks, you're a better person.

Adalia is beautiful. But it's not because of her looks. She will never look as good as the woman on the right. Adalia is beautiful because of her personality. How she makes people smile, even though she's the one fighting the hardest battle. She's beautiful for never giving up. She's beautiful for being different. But don't say she's just as good looking as a photoshopped model on a picture on the internet, because that's a lie, and we all know it.


What's on my face?

Category: beauty // 17.07.2017 at.20:55 o' clock // No comments

EYEBROW PENCIL (get it here):
Here's a major secret: my eyebrow pencil is actually a lipliner. But it's brown, so who cares? If they came in black, I'd probably use it for my eyeliner as well. It glides on so easily, and it stays there! It's so easy to work with! I love it! Also, it's waterproof and, because it's so affordable, you can buy one in every color to see which one looks best on you. I'm wearing shade number seven (nude, although it's more like an auburn brown if you ask me).

EYELINER (get it here):
I've been using this eyeliner since I was seventeen and I'll probably keep using it until I die. It's waterproof, it stays on all day, and it's easy to apply. What more could I possibly ask for? When it comes to mascara, I don't really care. All mascara's are basically the same, it's the brush that makes them different.

Love my big, striking blue eyes? So do I. I got them from my mama here.

EYESHADOW (get it here):
After primer and foundation I apply eyeshadow. I first apply the color havannah (the darkest one) on my eyelids and smooth it out, before applying the color banana (the second light one) under my eyebrows to make the gap between the eyebrows and the eyelid appear bigger than it really is. I also use this eyeshadow palette to contour my face.

LIPLINER: (get it here):
Shade number ten. I love it!

I wrote an entire blog post about this once. Read it here.


My favorite primer that I use all the time (except for when I'm wearing sunscreen) is this one. I wrote a blog post about my favorite foundation here.

ANTI AGE SECRET? read it here.




Laila M Nikolaisen wants to have an incest 3way

Category: Story of my life // 17.07.2017 at.11:09 o' clock // 9 comments

So, we all know this woman, right? She's 47 years old, has a blog where she posts screenshots of personal documents sent to her by NAV (which is short for Ny Arbeids - og Velferdsforvaltning = New Labor and welfare administration) and goes on a neverending rage about how she's been treated wrong. To most of us, however, she's known for leaving totally random and unrelated comments on our blog posts. Such as this one;

(TRANSLATION: "why is it so important that my life is ruined and no one gets to know about it?")

She left this under a blog post about my dead grandmother, so naturally, it pissed me off. Especially since this is the second time within 24 hours she's left this bullshit on my blog. Not too long after that, I got a new comment. The same comment, from her again, but on a different blog post.

After that, some guy named Erik also left a comment. Like hers, it was totally unrelated to my blog post. And like her, he's also old enough to be my father.

(TRANSLATION: "more cyberbullying. )I didn't write this)".

He then left another comment, explaining why he left this random bullcrap in my comment section:

(TRANSLATION: "I'm writing a lot of posts because I'm being denied rights, after hearing that I'm persecuted by the mafia at Rimi Bjørndal in 2003. I also heard that Rimi-Hagen uses me as a drone against the mafia. And dr. Johnsen at Blakstad said that I'm not functional").

Obviously doctor Johnsen is right, based on the fact that we don't have mafias in Norway. They both kept leaving comments in the comment section on various blog posts. The latest comment is some juicy stuff about Erik's dirty underpants. Yummy. Thanks. Loved getting those details on a blog post about my grandmother. Hasthtag SoClassy.

When I checked my hotmail today I noticed a new e-mail from Laila.

(TRANSLATION: "When should we fartfuck? I'm ready anytime. Erik's joining, too")

Due to the fact that they both share the last name Ribsskog, which is not too common in Norway, I'm just gonna assume that these two are related. Either they're father and daughter, brother and sister or cousins. Either way, she wants a threeway with me and her .. Whatever it is. I'm just gonna say brother.

Sorry, girl, but I'm engaged, and incest isn't my thing. But hey, you two sicko's have fun. Just please don't reproduce.


The story behind the angel on my nightstand

Category: Personal // 15.07.2017 at.17:17 o' clock // 3 comments

My grandma got sick with cancer two years ago. Living so far away from her and being low on money at the time made it nearly impossible for me to be there in person, so I thought I'd buy her something to let her know that even though I couldn't be there with her, she was still on my mind. 

I spotted a beautiful, sleeping angel in a store, and bought it, with the intention of giving it to her. 

As I tripped over my cat when I got home, the angel broke.

Giving broken things to people as a gift is considered a very inappropriate and rude thing to do. Especially if they're sick.

So I put the angel away, with the intention of either trying to glue it back together and keep it for myself, or throw it away, later.

Then I forgot about it.

My grandma took her last breath on january twenty sixth, 2015. She went peacefully in her sleep, just two days after I last saw her.

When my now ex boyfriend and I broke up in august later that year, I found the angel while cleaning out his stuff from my closet.

I just couldn't throw it away.

So I placed it on my nightstand instead.

It wasn't until earlier this week, two years later, I noticed something strange.

The angel seems to be crying from it's left eye.


What do I look like in real life?

Category: Personal // 15.07.2017 at.12:33 o' clock // 6 comments

People on social media often ask me what I look like in real life, or accuse me of photoshopping 'the hell' out of my pictures. To those people I only have one word: snapchat.

Add me, and you'll see real pictures and videos taken right then and there. No photoshop. All real.



DIY hair extensions on a budget

Category: beauty // 14.07.2017 at.21:58 o' clock // No comments

Hair extensions are pricey. If you're low on money, chances are, you simply can't afford them. At least not without having to save up money for them first. Synthetic wigs, however, tend to be a lot cheaper. So in this blog post I'm gonna show you how to turn a cheap wig into a full head of hair extensions.



A wig ( here )
Clips ( here )


Flip your wig upside down and inside out, so you can easily see where the hair strips are sewn.

Cut out the fabric inbetween the strips.

If done correctly, you should now have a bunch of hair strips similar to the ones pictured above. If you think they're a little too thin, you can sew one or two on top of each other to make them thicker.

Sew a clip in the left corner, then another one in the right corner, as pictured above. If your strips are very long, you should also put one to two in the middle of the strip.

That's it! You should now have a handful of hair extensions, ready to be clipped into your hair! Just remember that they are syntethic, and should never be dyed, washed in hot water, brushed when wet or curled / straigtened with a curling iron.



The one I'll never get over

Category: thoughts // 14.07.2017 at.14:11 o' clock // 2 comments

I thought of you yesterday.
I thought of you the day before that, too.

I think of you whenever I hear a new song.

"A would've loved this".

I think of you when I see old classmates all grown up with a carreer and children.
"What would A's life looked like, if she were still around? What kind of job would she have? Would she have a boyfriend and kids? What would they be like? What would she be like?"

I think of you when I listen to spotify or watch netflix.
Things you'll never know, because they didn't exist back then.

I think of you whenever I read celebrity gossip.
Back in your days, no one had heard of Justin Bieber, Nicki Minaj, The Kardashians or Kylie Jenner. Miley Cyrus was still Hannah Montana. Paris Hilton was still playing a dumb blonde in "The simple life". We listened to Cascada and Snoop Dogg, from mp3 files we had to transfer from our computer to our phones.

I think of you whenever I'm eating chocolate cake.
Thinking back to that day when we were put in groups of two. You and me, baking a cake. The day we become friends.

I think of you whenever I hear someone mention Spain.
Wondering what our lives would've looked like, had we actually moved there, like we had planned.

I think of you whenever I see a picture of a heart with an arrow in it.

Your tattoo, on your left hip. A heart with an arrow, and the words "Te amo siempre". I remember when it was new, how proud you were to show me.

I think of you when I'm frustrated.

How you would always let out a "gaaahhhh", widen your eyes and wave your hands.

I think of you when I see girls with long, thick, black hair.
Yours were like that.

I think of you when it's raining.
How you would always sigh and get frustrated because your hair would curl.

I think of you when I see someone with brown eyes.
Yours were like that.

I think of you when I hear a baby's laughter.
How you loved kids.

I think of you whenever someone mentions the zoo.
How we would sit in the timber slide (tømmerrenna) in Kristiansand Zoo, take selfies and laugh. I remember you filming it.

I think of you whenever I visit Arendal in the summer.
Remember how we used to walk around for hours, looking at stuff, planning a future in Spain.

I think of you whenever I hear the song DJ IRONIK - stay with me.

Your favorite song. How you would write down the lyrics on your desk, on your essays, on your books, and how you would randomly text them to me.

I think of you whenever I read a poem.
How you used to text me short poems to brighten my day. How on your last day on this earth, you texted your mother and me the exact same poem.

I think of you whenever I see a hearse.
Remember how I broke down and cried when your coffin was placed in one.

I think of you whenever I hear church bells.

Remember the pain and sadness from your funeral.

It's been ten years. When you ended your life that night, you didn't erase the pain.
You gave it to someone else 💔.



A world of clones

Category: Life, according to me // 13.07.2017 at.11:36 o' clock // 8 comments



Fifteen pictures. Fifteen different people. Yet, they all kind of look exactly the same. Kylie Jenner's (picture number 7) copying Anastasia Petrova (picture number 6), and Isabel Raad's (picture number 8) copying Kylie Jenner. In a way they all look like Kim Kardashian, who's copying Megan Fox, who's copying  Angelina Jolie. Then you have Alena Shishkova, who looks like the blonde version of Megan Fox, and Sophie Elise (picture number 13) who's trying to look like Alena Shishkova. Round and round in an endless circle.

It's a world of clones.

Same hair, same lipstick, same highlighter.

Same poses, same smiles, same look in their eyes.

Same eyebrows, same lashes.

Same surgeries, same injections.

No originality.

Just real life copy- paste.

Surgeries becomes real life photoshop.

Makeup becomes real life lightening.

Makes me wonder who these people really are

when they're not trying to be someone else.


The healthy way to escape reality

Category: Personal // 12.07.2017 at.11:08 o' clock // 2 comments

What do you do when you feel like running away? When life's stress - or painful, and you just can't deal with reality? Some people do drugs. Some people get drunk. Some people turn violent and punch the walls or self harm. Me? I close the door, turn off the lights, lay flat on my back in my bed and listen to relaxing music.

Close your eyes, clear your head of all thoughs and stress, and just listen. Earbuds in, thoughts out. Music on, world off!


CELTIC WOMAN - The voice
IZUMI TANAKA - Leaf in the wind
ENYA - May it be
MEAV - Ailen duinn
MEAV - The songline to home
MIDORI - Angelic realm
LÈO DELIBES - The flower duet from Lakme

THOMAS TALLIS - Salvator mundi
THOMAS TALLIS - If ye love me
MARTIN LANDH - Lilac (scaled down version)
ENYA - Only time
AMATUE - Endless eternity 
KERLI - I'll find you



Looking for a tracksuit?

Category: Clothes & accessories // 11.07.2017 at.22:50 o' clock // No comments

Do people still wear tracksuits? I know I do, but do you guys? Is that still a thing? Obviously the time when we wore tracksuits everywhere, and in plain sight, is over. It ended in 2007, I think. But do you guys still wear them in private?

If so, you might be interested in these! I know some people might find them trashy, but honestly, who cares? And who knows: They might just be 'back in style' some day
(like those awful bell bottoms from the 90's that, in my opinion, should be salted and burned, supernatural style!).









You won't believe what she looks like now!

Category: beauty // 11.07.2017 at.02:25 o' clock // 2 comments

I'm not a big fan of gossip, but in case you missed it, mama June - known from the tv-series "here comes Honey Boo Boo" - was on a weight loss journey earlier this year. She went from a size 24 (EU size 54) and looking like this:

To a size 4 (EU size 34), and she now looks like this:

It's amazing how much healthier, happier and confident she looks. A true inspiration to big girls everywhere who feel like their weight is out of control.

If June Shannon, a 37 year old mother of four, can turn her life around and find the will to eat healthy and exercise more in order to lose weight, so can you!


Why looking younger is not a bad thing

Category: beauty // 10.07.2017 at.19:39 o' clock // 2 comments

It's funny how, at least in my case, when you get to a certain age, people mistaking you for being younger, kind of feels like a compliment. We spend our entire childhood and teenage years trying to appear older, wiser, more mature than we are, and then one day, when you reach a certain age, you're no longer insulted when people say you look younger. What, to you, once meant "childish, underdeveloped and immature", suddenly has a whole new meaning: beautiful.

When you're seventeen you want people to think you're twenty one. But when you're twenty six, at least in my case, you don't mind people thinking you're seventeen.

I get mistaken a lot. Especially by cashiers. Whenever I'm buying alcohol or tobacco, they ask me for ID to make sure I'm at least eighteen years old. Even when I'm buying energy drinks, they sometimes ask me to show them my ID, even though you can legally buy energy drinks from the day you turn fourteen. When I willingly show them my visa, which has my date of birth printed on it, they give it back with a slightly embarrassed look on their face. As if they just realized they insulted me. "Oh.. You've been old enough for a long time", a female cashier said to me the other day. I couldn't help but smile. To me, being mistaken for being younger is not a bad thing. It just means I have no visible signs of aging on my face. Honestly, it's nice to know my weird habit of using suncreen every day and keeping out of the sun is paying off.

When I was a teenager people used to mock me for looking younger, but guess who's laughing now, bitches!

(Also, looking younger might just earn you cheaper tickets on the bus / train / zoo / anywhere, and the clothes in the childrens section are usually cheaper. So there's that.)


WARNING: society doesn't want you to know

Category: Life, according to me // 09.07.2017 at.02:23 o' clock // 8 comments

I grew up in a cult. So did you. You just never realized, because from the moment you took your first steps and said your first words, it was forced down your throat. You never realized, because it's all you've ever known. You don't know a world - a reality - outside of the cult. To you, the cult is the very definition of normal. You eat it, you breathe it, you live it, and most of you never even question it. Most of you will defend it. Most of you will break down anyone who dare stand against the teaching of the cult. You will mock them, you will call them names, you will make fun of them, some of you might even make up untrue statements and pass it off as facts. Because that's what you have been taught.

"What exactly is a cult?", you might ask, thinking back to old movies you've seen of a small group of submissive people, with one, overly religious, very dominat, emotionally abusive leader. That is a cult. But a cult, per definition is also a - to quote wikipedia -  "social group defined by it's religious, spiritual or philosophical beliefs, or its common interest in a particular personality, object or goal".

Not all cults consists of a small group of people living in cabins or tents. Not all cults have strict rules. Not all cults make you sacrifice something of your own. Some cults, like the one you are in, consists of large amounts of people, living in houses. Some, like the one you are in, does not make you rise at six thirty every morning and pray to the man in the sky or greet your leader as a God. Instead, you are given the illusion that you are free to make your own choices. That you don't have a leader, and that you can believe in whatever you want. Some cults, like the one you are in, does not make you sacrifice something of your own. It makes you sacrifice something that belongs to someone else. Freedom, and their life.

"How could the germans let this happen?", we often wonder when people bring up the holocaust. "How did they not see that this was wrong? Why didn't anyone try to stop it?". The answer to those questions are simply: they were brainwashed. Kids growing up in those days were, just like you, taught to believe that this was the only right thing to do. That it was okay to do, because those jews, or homosexuals, weren't like you and me. They were dumb and they didn't quite understand things the way you and I do. Kids back in the days were told, from a very young age, to look the other way and close their eyes to what was going on, because this was necessary. This was for the greater good. Without this, there was no hope for a better future.

Today we look back on our own history, and we are ashamed. Today we understand that it's wrong to own black people as slaves. We understand that it's wrong to lock people with dissabilities up in cages and show them off at freak shows. We understand that being gay is not a disease. We understand that jews shouldn't be gassed. We've come a long way, and we are ashamed of what it took to get us to where we are now.

Still one group of individuals remain. Even today we are brainwashed. Even today, when we send our kids to school, they are taught that it's okay to mistreat a certain group of individuals. That these individuals aren't like us. They don't feel, and they don't understand, like we do. Just like our ancestors back in the days, we are taught to look the other way and close our eyes to reality. To the abuse and slaughter of millions. We are taught that this is the only right thing to do. That if we stop, the consequenses will be catastrophic. We are taught that these individuals are for entertainment purposes only. They live to serve us. They are entertainment, they are fashion, and they are food.

You know which group of individuals I'm talking about, don't you? It's the animals. Every day thousands of young and healthy animals are slaughtered on our demand. Farmers rape their cows (artificially inseminate them) once a year, so they can start producing milk. Once the baby is born, it's taken from it's mother and either killed or raised somewhere else. Why? Because that's what's needs to be done in order for us to get cows milk. Look up any school book and it'll tell you that cows milk are very important to us. That it's very important for our bone structure and teeth. 

Most of us just accept this as the ultimate, undeniable truth, because that's what we were taught to do. To listen, to believe, and never ask questions or think for ourselves. But if you one day were to sit down and actually think about it, you'd soon realize that something doesn't add up. A cow produces milk so that their offspring will get what it needs in order to stay healthy. This includes gaining weight fast. You, my fellow human being, are not a baby cow. Your children are not baby cows. There's a very obvious difference in size here. The weight that is normal and healthy for a calf is not the same size that is normal and healthy for a young human child. Every female mammal produces milk for their babies. The milk contains what their offspring needs to be healthy. Your baby needs your breast milk. But the average six year old human being have no use for breastmilk made for baby cows.

From a very young age you've been brought up to believe that you need cows milk and meat. But if you need meat to stay healthy, how come there are so many vegetarians / vegans out there?

Interestingly enough, vegetarianism / veganism is the one thing that history books love to leave out. They will tell you everything about Leonardo DaVinci. When he was born, where he grew up, his relationship with his family, his proudest moments... But they won't tell you that he didn't eat meat, or that he loved animals so much he used to buy them just so he could realease them back into the wild instead of having them kept in cages. History books will tell you all about the genius Albert Einstein, things he did and things he said, but one thing they will not quote him on is this: "Nothing will benefit human health and increase the chances of survival of life on earth as much as the evolution to a vegetarian diet". History books will tell you how an indian guy named Mahatma Gandhi led india to independence and inspired movements for civil rights and freedom across the world. They will tell you that he was born under the name Mohandas Karamchand. They will tell you about his education, his family.. But they won't tell you that he was a vegetarian.

Instead, we are brought up to believe that only weirdos and dumb people are vegetarians / vegans. We are taught that it's okay to mock these people.

We are taught to care about the environment. To always turn the lights off when we leave a room, and to take short showers. To use the car only when we have to. One thing that they won't tell us is that seventy percent of deforestation are caused by beef production. Or that it takes 660 gallons of water to produce one hamburger(!). That is the same amount of water you'd use if you left the shower on for two full months without turning it off.

What we are a part of, what we teach our children, what we practice, has a name. It's called speciesism. Speciesism is the belief that one species are superior to another, and that it's okay for the superior species - in this case us, humans - to use the other species in the way that best suits us, be it for entertainment, food, fashion or any other purpose of our choice. Speciesism is categorized as a religion, and it originates from christianity where they believe that God created man as the superior being. 

So there you have it. You are religious, and you were brought up in a cult. You believe what you are told without questioning it, and anything that goes against that belief is kept hidden from the public to keep the people clueless and easily manipulated.

Hopefully, some day, people will look back on this era in human history, and feel the same amount of disgust and shame as we do today when we think back on how we used to treat other people simply for being different. Cause that's all that it's ever been - and still is - about: punishing other beings for being different.


//pictures here & here.



Category: Personal // 07.07.2017 at.18:10 o' clock // 5 comments

I once knew a girl with big, blue eyes.
She wore her long, wavy hair
in a high ponytail.

When she was seven she heard her mother say:
"you shouldn't eat that. It's nothing but calories".
so she pinched her stomach,
threw her cereal away,
and didn't eat breakfast that morning.

At the age of nine she watched a group of kids
make fun of a boy for having brown teeth.
So she went home,
and bleached hers.

At the age of twelve she saw the other girls in her class
wearing shorts skirts and revealing tops,
talking bout how guys will only like you if you show a little skin.
So she went home,
and came back the next day,
wearing her older sisters clothes.

At the age of fourteen she watched one of her older sisters friends
get slapped across the face by her boyfriend on a public bus.
"Oh, he didn't mean it, it was just a misunderstanding", the older sisters friend said.
These were the same words
the girl told herself when she was raped by her boyfriend four years later.

At the age of sixteen she was skipping meals and counting calories,
wearing short skirts and revealing tops,
there were no spark left in her eyes,
and no smile on her face.
Standing in the schools bathroom,
staring at herself in the mirror,
she thought to herself:

"at least I'm normal".


I spend a ridiculous amont of money on...

Category: beauty // 07.07.2017 at.15:18 o' clock // 5 comments

Having a house full of animals means basically two things: 1) you'll never walk alone (literally. They follow you everywhere!), and 2) you'll have to wash all of your clothes far more often than normal people. You won't believe the amount of money I spend on scented fabric softener. It's insane!

I have mainly two favorites. There's this one, a golden bottle from Lenor, that smells like teen spirit (orchids, honey, everything that is sweet and delicate and beautiful. It smells like optimism, sunny days, hopes and dreams), and then there's another one that I'll be telling you about tomorrow.

What's your favorite fabric softeners?


The monster in me

Category: Personal // 06.07.2017 at.15:49 o' clock // 6 comments

There's a villain in every story.
The wicked witch of the west,
a wicked witch of the east.
The evil stepmother,
a monster,
and a beast.

What does the villain look like,
some people may ask.
it doesn't always have a black cape,
a witch's broom,
or a big and scary mask.

I have a villain of my own,
but she's kinda hard to see.
She has a really good disguise:
she looks a lot like me.

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
who's the fairest of them all?
Monster, monster, inside of me,
tell me, what do you see?

Rip me apart,
tear me to shreds,
make me a prisoner
inside my own head

Tell me what I am
and tell me what I'm not
Tell me what I need,
and tell me what I've got
You bring out my scars,
my sadness, fear and agression,
you cause me a lot of envy,
and leave me with depression.

Deprive me of my confidence,
take away my self esteem,
cause me to fear judgment,
and make me yell and scream

you taunt me with your words,
like this is some kind of game,
but when it comes down to it,
there's no one else to blame

This villain's not a creature,
or a devil sent from hell.
It's not a witch or demon,
the villain is myself.

I try to fight it but it won't stop
it's never gonna cease.
It's mean, it's a liar,
I'm the beauty, and the beast.

There's a villain in every story,
that statement is true,
but how do you kill the monster



I'm addicted to the pain

Category: beauty // 06.07.2017 at.12:02 o' clock // No comments

The alarm goes off at 07:00 AM. I turn in off and get out of bed. I walk into the bathroom. Do my daily routine, including brushing my teeth. To finish it off I rinse my mouth with Listerine. The purple one. It has a strong taste and it kinda feels like my mouth's being stabbed with tiny knives, but I kinda like it. The more painful it is, the more I get the feeling that it's doing it's job.

I've tried others. Tasteless ones, and minty ones. I don't like them. I need to feel some sort of.. discomfort, while using it. Otherwise I feel like they're not as effective. Not as strong. Guess I'm just weird like that.


Whenever you're feeling suicidal

Category: Life, according to me // 05.07.2017 at.14:32 o' clock // No comments

"If you believed someone was truly going to kill themselves, what would you do about it?", a girl named Jessica (nice name!) asked me yesterday on social media.

Assuming that I had a car and a drivers license, assuming I knew where they lived, I'd ring their doorbell. "Come with me", I'd say. We'd drive far away. I'd take them somewhere new. A new town and a new place. We'd walk around in the middle of the night, staring at the street light and the moon and the stars, and I'd remind them how peaceful the world can be at night.

We'd sit on a cliff and watch the sun rise over the ocean and I'd remind them that every morning when the sun rises, you are given a second chance at life. A new chance to start over, or make things right.

We'd go buy ice cream and they'd be reminded of how good it tastes.

I'd take them diving, and we'd explore a whole new world hidden under the surface. I'd take them to a pet store or a shelter to connect and play with animals, to remind them how wonderful these creatures are and that every life has value.

We'd walk around town and look at the people around us, and I'd remind them how every single one of these people have their own problems to deal with.

Assuming I could afford it, We'd get on a plane and I'd take them somewhere new. I'd show them a new culture and remind them that the world is full of possibilites. Full of new places to see, new smells to enjoy, new tastes to discover and new people to love.

And then, when the day came to an end and it was time for us to head home, I'd stop, and I'd say:

"You don't have to go back. You can stay right here, if that's what you want. You can leave your old life behind and start over. End your routine, not your life".



This foundation will change your life

Category: beauty // 05.07.2017 at.13:06 o' clock // No comments

Like I mentioned in this post, people have very high expectations when it comes to foundation. After all, it's supposed to cover our skin, sometimes even our entire face, so I guess it's only natural for us to expect a certain quality. Personally I like to think of my face as the canvas and my foundation as paint. You can't paint a masterpiece with poorly made paint. Well, technically you can, but don't argue with me on this..

That's why I spent years trying to find the perfect foundation. I wouldn't settle for bad quality ones that made my face look oily or started wearing off two hours after I first applied it. Even today I see people walking around with their entire makeup bag wherever they go, because they have to reapply it every few hours. That, to me, is a big no no. If your makeup starts wearing off during the day, you should ditch it and find something better. High quality makeup stays the fuck on!


spf 30
Comes in 14 different shades
Covers acne, scaring, vitiligo and tattoos
Lasts (nearly) forever.

Don't forget to moisturize daily to avoid dry skin. This is very important because if you have dry skin this foundation will make you look like a ninety year old corpse. I'm not kidding.


Twenty seven

Category: Story of my life // 04.07.2017 at.12:31 o' clock // No comments

Yesterday was no ordinary day. My favorite person in the entire world turned twenty seven! 

 He was too exhausted from work to go anywhere or do anything, so we decided to stay home, watch a movie, have a nice meal and some cake, combined with scented candles.

//Thanks to google for the pic.
Wish it was mine.



Wanna know a secret?

Category: Personal // 02.07.2017 at.21:55 o' clock // 2 comments

My friend was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen.

She was like a Barbie doll with big, beautiful eyes and long, blonde hair.

She was the kind of person that could make any piece of clothing, even something as corny as a pair of cherrox, look like the coolest thing ever, simply by wearing them.

The ultimate trend setter, even from such a young age.

Some people can light up an entire room with their smile.

She was like that.

Some people can wrap anyone around their finger.

She was like that, too.

Even the other parents and teachers fell weak to her charm.

She was every teachers favorite girl, and every boys secret crush.

She was the girl that all the other girls wanted to be friends with.

The popular one.

She was the friend I was looking for in the hallway every day of school.

The one that I was excited to see.

The one that was hard to say goodbye to when it was time to go home for the day.

I was happy whenever I got a hold of her first, so we could play together.

Recieving a compliment from her could brighten my entire day.

I just wanted her to like me...

...More than all the others.

I wanted to be her favorite.

I got jealous when others came to play with her.

It broke my heart when she turned me down to play with one of the others, or said that we couldn't hang out because she had already made plans with someone else.

More than anything, I wanted her all to myself.

"You know", my mother told me, "at your age, it can be difficult to know the difference between liking someone as a friend, and having romantic feelings for them".

But I knew.

I knew because all I wanted to do was kiss her.

Run away with her.

Have her hold my hand.

Promise me we'd be together forever.

I was five years old...

And I was in love with another girl.


Every summer thousands of people gather in Oslo to celebrate what is known as the "pride parade", the highlight of Oslo Pride Festival, to show their support to the gay community. Living so far from Oslo, I've never been able to attend it myself. This year the parade took place yesterday, on July 2nd, and even though it's a day too late, I thought this would be a good opportunity to 'come out of the closet' to you guys. I've known I was bisexual since I was five, and I've never felt the need to hide it, but at the same time, because I've always treated it like just a 'normal love' thing, combined with the fact that I've only been interested in 3 women and never actually flirted with or been in a relationship with one, most people don't actually know about it. But now you do. I would  like to add, though, that I still find it weird and extremely turn off when people - both male AND female! - start sending me pictures of themselves out of nowhere. That's no way to start a conversation, you weirdo! Especially not when I'm already in a relationship. You could be the hottest person on the planet and I'd still find you ugly if you were offering me your body and obviously flirting with me while I am in a relationship. Being a relationship destroyer should not be a goal to anyone. And if it is, then you should be ashamed of yourself. Plain and simple.


Stop putting me in 'the girlfriend zone'!

Category: Personal // 01.07.2017 at.11:46 o' clock // 2 comments

I've always been more comfortable around guys than girls. A lot of girly conversations bore me. I don't feel the need to talk - or hear about - every piece of clothing a person has bought, every person they've slept with, or what they think of their own body. I prefer going to the bathroom by myself, and the very idea of having one or two other chicks in there with me just creeps me out. I don't feel the need to take my makeup and 500 other things with me wherever I go. I take my keys with me. I take my visa with me. I take my phone and my camera with me. That's about it. I'm more relaxed around guys because when I'm with girls I feel like I have to think carefully about the things I say so I don't offend anyone. Most girls, for some unknown reason, love to twist words around and go full drama queen, so I always feel like I have to pay attention to how I word things. With guys it's not like that. With guys I can speak freely. Guys don't fantasize about killing you if you disagree with them.

Obviously, I don't have many female friends. What might actually surprise you, is that I don't have many male friends, either.

We all know what it's like, don't we? You meet a guy and you start hanging out with him. You invite him to movie nights, you go to parties together, sometimes you just sit around and talk about anything and everything. 

Then comes the moment when you find out that all this time he's seen you as a potential girlfriend. This has happened to me time after time. I hit it off with a guy, we spend a lot of time together, and then he wants to take things to the next level. 

When you tell him you only like him as a friend, he stops being one. He stops inviting you to parties. He stops calling you asking if you wanna hang out. He stops texting you. When you call him, he says he's busy, that he already have plans with someone else.

You don't have romantic feelings for him, so he cuts you out of his life completely and moves on to the next girl.

Later, when you run into him, the conversations are short and awkward. Sometimes just a wave before he runs out of there before you get a chance to speak to him. Sometimes just a "hi" and some small talk. This is because the moment you met, he put you in the girlfriend zone, and now he can't see you as a friend.

This happens every time I meet a guy, and personally, I think it's really unfair.

Since when was a little bit of friendship too much to ask!?  




Through social media I've come to know a lot of people from all over the world. Most of them don't speak Norwegian. Some of them read my blog regardless. So I wanted to make a blog in a language they could actually understand.