Tomorrow is probably the day my father-figure’s father-figure dies.
He was a good man, made a lot of promises he never kept, but a good man nonetheless.

I’m sorry we never had a good connection, and I’m sorry I haven’t really spoken with you in the last 10 years.
I’m glad I went and said goodbye to you today. You seemed tired, but it was the best conversation we’ve ever had.

I know you’re ready to go. You even said so yourself.

When you were a prisoner during the war, who would’ve thought that your time wouldn’t be then, but 70 years later, warm in a hospital bed, with kids and grandkids by your side.

It’s OK, we know you wanna fight. But somehow it’s OK to let go too. 💚⛵🏁🙏

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All I wanted was to go to Norway and have a tiny summer-fling. Where we were gonna watch the bonfire and wrap our arms around each other. We were gonna go to the beach and have water fights. We were gonna go to concerts and stand next to each other, and possibly touch each other’s butts. And when I was done at work, I was supposed to go to his house, just to curl up in his arms. We didn’t have to watch TV or talk about anything, we were just gonna be and exist together. It was also supposed to be late night with random endless talks about nothing and everything. About the scar on my knee, about life in Australia, and about camping trips. We were supposed to have fun together. We were supposed to just enjoy each other’s company, maybe get to know each other a little more. Little did I plan that he was gonna be interested in someone else. I believed him when he said that I could be "the one" for him, but now we’ll never know. Because he likes blondes, and I color my hair red...

Alt jeg ville var å dra til Norge og ha en sommerflørt.
Hvor han og jeg skulle se på Sankt Hans bålet og holde rundt hverandre.
Vi skulle bade i sjøen og ha vannkrig.
Vi skulle dra på konsert og stå inntil hverandre og kanskje tatt hverandre på rumpa.
Det skulle også være sånn at etter jobb kunne jeg dratt til han for å bare ha en armkrok å ligge i.
Vi hadde ikke trengt å se på TV eller snakke om noen ting.
Jeg skulle bare ligge i armkroken hans, kanskje kosa litt med håret han har på brystet.
Det skulle også være sånn at vi var oppe seint hver natt og prata om stort og smått.
Om arret jeg har på kneet, om hvordan livet kunne vært sammen i Australia, og om teltturer på Hardangervidda.
Vi skulle ha det gøy sammen.
Vi skulle bare nyte hverandres selskap.
Kanskje blitt bedre kjent også.
Lite hadde jeg planlagt at han skulle være interessert i ei annen.
Jeg trodde han sa at jeg kunne være "the one", men nå får vi aldri vite.
... for han liker blondiner, og jeg farger håret rødt...💔







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"Torsdagsquiz på Skotta"

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New phone, new life ? ☎

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Healthy and balanced diet... ✨

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"Gratulrr med daa’n" ✨

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Gratulerer med dagen, Norge ✨

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Life’s a climb, but the view is great. Or another uplifting quote about the many faces of Camilla ✨

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The smallest little update I can give... It’s a good thing I don’t have this thing called boundaries then.....

Picture #1 was taken at the hospital on Wednesday, immediately after the surgery and shower.
Picture #2 was taken yesterday. It is sooo blue down there, it’s almost yellow and brown. That’s what the picture is supposed to show.

Because of the wound, and it not being sown together, I now have to shower after every time I go to the bathroom. Do you have any idea how hard it is to be at the library for 11 hours a day? It’s almost impossible. Luckily, it doesn’t hurt that much anymore, but man it’s annoying.

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