On The Road
The art manifesto book
The Secret History
Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit
I don't know, he seems like a nice person to me
From what I have heard, I would want to stay away
An amazing person. I am so glad I met him.
I am just going to pretend I didn't see this question, ok?
Well... He's... Interesting?
His name is Ra? What is that all about?
Well, I've heard some interesting things about him, so if I met him, it would probably get weird.
Haven't met him, but from his Instragram profile, I'd say his probably not as cool as he thinks he is
Somehow he's very unsettling
Angel Of Small Death And The Codeine Scene - Hozier
Shelia Take A Bow - The Smiths
No Room In Frame - Death Cab For Cutie
Silhouettes - Of Monsters And Men
Shortline - Ry X
Violently Happy - Björk
Cry Like A Ghost - Passion Pit
Shine - Years & Years
Dog Days Are Over - Florence + The Machine
Babel - Mumford And Sons
400 Lux - Lorde
Cufflinks with pride flags on them
Bright blue bomber jacket
Flower patterned shirt
Turtle neck sweater
Meat is Murder shirt
I went on a roadtrip once I didn't like it I'm never doing it again
The one insisting that we're supposed to stop and look at everything
The one coming up with weird games.
It gets so boring when one person has to be focused on driving all the time, I'd prefer travelling by train or bus so that everyone can engage in social activities, et cetera.
Somehow, people think my driving is 'reckless', so I'd probably be in the passenger seat playing Flappy Bird. My record is 2.
The one insisting that we should stop and get snacks all the time.
Controlling the music, looking out the window, things like that.
Sleeping or driving.
Driving or vlogging.
Talking. About everything. Making sure it never gets quiet.
Driving, singing along, trying to keep the spirit up, you know.
There is always more to the story, so I would have to know the circumstances to make a judgement.
This doesn't really sound like something that someone I know would do. I can't really relate.
If I really knew the person, I don't think this would really come as a surprise, and I'd probably help them through this.
Under which circumstances did this event occur...?
Try to deal with it calmly, then slowly watch it eat away at my conciousness until it has completely ruined my ability to lead a normal life.
What. The. Fuck.
If there's someone I care about, I'd help them with whatever they need help with.
Moral is a subjective notion.
No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No.
Insist that they would confess to what they have done - things will only get worse if you try to hid it. I read that in a book.
You did what? But why? Couldn't you just have talked about it?
Ah yeh, I'm straight, but I'm totally an ally!
Living a calmer, happier life
I live with my boyfriend and we're going to get married and I have a dog too and things are totally going well and I'm not at all bothered by the horrors of the past
Henry has finally agreed to getting a dog, otherwise things are pretty much the same as they are now. My hair is still great.
I drive an expensive car and has found myself through this super cool cult I joined
Being happy, hopefully
I live in Paris with my girlfriend
Travelling the world
I finally find the courage to leave everything behind and start over
Being a very supportive boyfriend, et cetera.
I like the way my life looks now, so hopefully not much has changed - and if it has changed, it has probably changed for the better
I have finished writing my book and things are just generally going well. Everyone I care about is safe and happy.
It's just... hair?
It's orange and very fluffy. I spend too much time on it, it's an important part of my identity.
Once I cared, but I also live in a car, so it's mostly greasy
Dark, not long, nor short, straight
Long, most often kept in a pony tail
Longer than I want it to be, but I can never remember cutting it and my bun is sort of a thing™ now
Dyed white, kept very short. Matches my aesthetic very well.
Dyed dark red, kept in a bob. Looks great with a berret!
I don't know, I don't really care
Very long - some people call it preraphaelitic, I don't really see that
Why just choose one place?! Let's go everywhere!
Tokyo, or New Zeeland, or just somewhere that's very different from the place I live - I want as many new impressions as possible
Paris (yes, I live in Paris, I know, I just really like Paris)
I don't know - for some reason my boyfriend refuses to travel anywhere and I'd probably miss him if I went without him
It doesn't really matter - I'd love to just see some new place
Nordkapp - or somewhere even further north, maybe not in Norway, I have bad memories from Norway, so maybe not Nordkapp - the Arctic or Alaska, maybe?
Nop. I'm fine at home.
I'd like to go interrailing
I buy tangerines.
I just sit on busses saying deep stuff.
I fuck things up. The story wouldn't have happened without me. Me fucking things up is important.
I am an aesthetic making people feel a bit more grounded.
I share my sad life story to inspire people.
I don't even want to be here, but when someone tried to write me out to give me a happier life everything collapsed so...
I just thought I'd follow my friend because it seemed cool and then I left all this behind and went on with my life.
I met this weird existentialist who ranted about living authentically and then it all went wrong.
I'm an important part of the sad life story I'm inspiring too.
I support option F. Someone has to do that too.
I just got caught up in the middle of something very complicated while running from my own complicated life that does not seem that complicated now that I've seen this complicated thing.
So I thought this was just a normal party, you know? The sort of thing you go to when you know what you are doing with your life and so on? Then I see Ra. Then I see Icarus. Then I tell Felix: "Okey, we're leaving." And he's like: "But this is so nice?" and he really seemed like he wanted to stay and I don't want to force him so now I'm hiding in a warderobe.
I thought this was a bit weird and I had no idea what was going on but now I'm talking about suits with this guy whom I have no idea what he is doing here and it's sort of nice.
So many old friends in the same room? Wow! Old friends!
I'm trying to socialise with these people but everyone is so weird? But I've found someone who understands the importance of suits, we are best friends now.
Let me just tell you this - if someone wonders who drank all the wine, I'm innocent.
What kind of party is this? Everyone is so quiet? Hello....? Can you even call this a party?
I don't really know how I ended up here, but the people all seem very interesting, so I can not say that I'm not enjoying this gathering - also, my boyfriends disappeared so I can not really leave until I find him.
I'd probably be trying to get someone to play something a bit more jazzy - this lounge music is making everything much more awkward than what it has to be.
I'd probably just have left, to be honest.
Well, this is an interesting collection of people - and no one seems to really know one another? What is this?
I hate people. I really do. So I was hiding behind Henry which is good because he is very tall but then he started talking to his "new best friend" and now I have to hide somewhere else and there's already someone else in this warderobe which is a bit awkward.
I was in her town and I saw her from a distance and thought that this is a person that I want to get to know. So I started talking to her and then I followed her home and we have been together ever since. It's not the most unconventional relationship, but we are very happy together.
I don't have a significant other.
It was my birthday and my very dear friend brought him to me in a shoe box. I love him so much (the cat that is, not the friend, though I like him to, but Edgar and me has something special, you know?)
It was in the library and it was very late - I had seen him there before so I knew he studied art history so I just happened to be seated by the art history books and then we started talking (which was not at all something I planned would happen. Not at all).
I don't remember.
I rented the apartment next to her and we shared a balcony - apparently we both smoke way too much, so we just accidentally met quite often.
Significant other is such a pretentious word choice.
We just both happened to have various reasons to spend all night in the library and then he just was seated by the art history section even though he do not study art history - it was like faith wanted us to meet, you know?
I was like one year old how am I to remember?
She was my neighbour - although her taste in music sucks she has a great aesthetic, so I obviously wanted to talk to her.
I don't do significant others.