I once legit lost my shit over a missing lighter. It is legend among those who witnessed it, the fit that I threw.
And It was in my hand.
I hate stoners.
welcome to my waking life
In order to understand what Denmark is all about, you have to get a solid grasp of a Scandinavian concept that has no direct English translation. Luckily Wikipedia dares to explain:
“One of the fundamental aspects of Danish culture is “hygge”, which, although translated as “coziness” is more akin to “tranquility”. Hygge is a complete absence of anything annoying, irritating, or emotionally overwhelming, and the presence of and pleasure from comforting, gentle, and soothing things. Hygge is often associated with family and close friends. Christmas time when loved ones sit close together with candles lit on a cold rainy night is “hygge”, as is grilling a pølse (Danish sausage) on a long summer evening. These examples, although they do not precisely define “hygge”, can give an English speaker an idea of a deeply valued traditional concept of Danish culture.”
By far the most hyggelig place in Copenhagen, Kaffe Kalaset, is my go-to cafe on Mondays and Thursdays during my four-hour class break. Just a few blocks north of Nørreport station, Kalaset is an “L-shaped” cafe in an English basement with mismatched old chairs, a great big wooden bar, amazing coffee (only 20 kr. - a deal in CPH), beautiful employees, and antique radios all over the walls.
I had to really splurge yesterday for that amazing burger. Totally worth it.
You can find Hygge anywhere, but if you want the best Hygge- and believe me, you do- you have to go to Kobenhavn. Their Hygge is the best Hygge.
københavn is out of control. denmark is my favorite country. get yr asses to danmark. takk!
Catherine Ledner
GIMME. THIS. FOX.
someone asked for a panda, on the moon, holding a bong in my wufoo. here it is. hahahaha sorry its lame.
Space bears smoke indo while sipping on gin and juice.
…with their mind on their bamboo, and their bamboo on their mind
this is my next tattoo, y’all.
reading this right now. what incredible cover art.
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this one goes out to the big dog daddies at dealbreaker!
dealbreaker: your wallet chain
you are a grown-ass man and you’re afraid you’re going to lose your wallet? if you’re afraid of losing your wallet, how did you ever lose your virginity? if you have to keep your money on a chain, how am i ever going to spend it?
what? it’s a relic from when you “used to go to hardcore shows”? you must be kidding. have fun with your xedgex friends. i’ll be over here with this other guy who can sit down without first removing the chain mail protruding from his ass.
GUESTBREAKER: You’re A Philosophy Major
Oh God. Here we go. You’re discussing how we “know what we know and if we truly know it.” Again. You know what? I’ll play your game. Next time you want sex, I’ll tell you your penis doesn’t exist. When you rebut, I’ll go off on a tirade that causes you to have an existential crisis, and then you won’t care about boning anymore. Pick a real major, dude.
A Guest Dealbreaker written by Amanda.
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hail satan (and hail walter’s emergence into tumblrtown)
DEALMAKER: You’re Jeff Goldblum
He stands in my kitchen, his muscular frame silhouetted by the light of the open refrigerator. The days of making love have left me exhausted- I fight the urge to close my eyes by trying to recognize the tune he’s been singing. It’s a meandering melody, but it sounds familiar… as familiar as his breath on my cheek or the sound of his laugh buried in the pillows. He sits on the bed beside me, brushing my hair from my forehead. The song quiets until it becomes a whisper. And then, like that- he is gone. All that is left is a note:
“God creates dinosaurs. God destroys dinosaurs. God creates Man. Man destroys God. Man creates Dinosaurs”
this is my new favorite tumblr, on the real.
incredibly dank photographs from russia… an entire century ago. holy mackerel. these are delicious.
