Yes, this is it. I’m saying bye to Tumblr and I’m not going to update this tumblog any longer.

There are different reasons. I don’t feel like Tumblr is the place for me to express the things I want. Tumblr is for gifs and reblogging and… surprise porn. It’s not my platform, becaue I don’t like reblogging - I don’t mind others reblogging but personally I like to create new content.

Oh, the surprise porn thing also… freaks me out a bit. Don’t get me wrong, I’m no prude but there’s just… there’s a time and a place.

So yes, this is my goodbye. I’ll check in to like stuff that people reblog and I’m still going to read articles from the lovely writing Tumblrs I follow.

You can still follow my book blog: GnaslBooks.

And I’ve just started a new one: GnaslWords.

And look they eh, they match! GnaslWords is for musings on writing and it’ll be in Danish when I finally get to making some content (there’s nothing right now). Anyway, you guys have a nice time on Tumblr!

Over and out.

Okay, so there are a lot of things - Not so long ago, I wrote a list of a hundred things I hate, but what I hate today is this:

The fact that the hormons make my body go all: “You neeeeed a boyfriend” while my brain goes: “Uhm, no I don’t” and every single Hollywood movie in the world goes: “Yes you doooo!” and at the same time, they all go: “Oh, but you only get one chance! You have to find your one twue wuv and only then will you be happy” and at the same time almost all sitcoms go: “and when you get married, your life os going to be heeeeeell!” Make up your bloody minds!

Listen, guys, if I want to have romantic relationships with fictional characters in my head, that’s what I’ll do. If some (preferably tall, British, intelligent, reasonable miracle) guy does come along, I’ll probably run with it, if not, I’m perfectly happy on my way to becoming a crazy cat lady (one cat owned, 58 to go).

But I’m constantly bombarded with messages like: “oh, if you don’t have a boyfriend, you’re going to die alone!” and “you need your one twue wuv or your never going to be happy!” or “you’re not whole because you need a second half.”

Sod your love and marriage! I don’t believe in one true love and I don’t believe that love will conquer all and I’m happy that’s not so. Love does exist, I’m not that cynical, but the love between siblings, between friends, between an artist and his work, is just as pure and meaningful as any romantic relationship. Even if the hormones in my brain tries to tell me otherwise.

As a kid I used to think sorting winegums by colour was a kid’s thing, well, now I’m kind of a grown up, so I guess it’s really just a me-thing.

alwaysanothersecret asked: Greetings, are you doing well? I was wondering, since you are a fan of literature and you use their rating system on your reviews, do you have a Goodreads account?

Doing great :) Hope you are as well.

I do have Goodreads - I’m called Fuglsang on there - if you have one yourself, please do add me :)

alwaysanothersecret asked: Hello, I figured I should probably say something since you're following me and I'm following you, unless I already did and I forgot. So hi, how are you?

Hi there! I’m fine :) How about you?

I am a perfectionist. I’m from a family of perfectionists. When we go grocery shopping, my little sister rearranges stuff that’s in the wrong places on shelves. My dad organises books by size because it looks better. My Mum spends hours and hours making her paintings exactly perfect. Myself, I like my cutlery to match - I have different types of cutlery and the fork and the knife need to match, goddangit!

So it’s not that weird that I’m incredibly self-conscious about my writing. It’s not so bad when I keep it to myself, but when I share it - hooo boy, do I see mistakes that aren’t even there. I just wrote a chapter of a story I’m working on, and because I was proud of it, I shared it with my mate. And as soon as I’d shared it, I saw a million mistakes - typos, names that I didn’t like and should’ve changed but that I left in by mistake… more typos.

I was going to rant about it, but I thought it through more carefully - and I won’t complain. If I care enough about my writing to care about typos and inventing less silly names, it can only be good, right? If Stephenie Meyer had cared enough about her writing to think “Gee, sparkling vampires are silly!” she’d have spared herself a lot of bad jokes on her behalf.

The way I see it now, it’s like a parent worrying about a child. They want the child to be the best they can be and as such they worry: will anything go wrong? Same goes for me and my story.

Yeah, I’m never going to stop being a perfectionist.

I’ve met some people who say they feel like they’re more like themselves when they’re drunk.

Yet, these same people are willing to excuse any stupid thing they did while drunk. “But I was drunk! I didn’t mean to screw your dog and kick your girlfriend!”

You know, there’s no need in denying a fundamental part of yourself. If you’re more like yourself when you’re drunk, why would you excuse yourself for running around naked in public or cheating on your girlfriend/boyfriend?

It’s part of who you are, darling, you said so. So why the excuses?

ehjorth:

Some personal ramblings under the cut. There’s not much of a point, I’m just putting some thoughts in order.

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Don’t know if I shouldn’t reply, but hey, I can’t shut up.

Because I completely agree with you there. What I sense you want is to skip having a crush - which is staring deeply into each other’s eyes and not being able to live without that other person. That’s just a crush, that’s not being in love if you ask me.

Now, being able to sit in the same room, not speaking a word to each other but just enjoying another person’s company, that’s being in real love (or if you’re not romantically involved, being great friends), not just being in… crush? Being in lust, perhaps?

Anyway, I agree. I’d like to skip the psychosis-like state where you’re completely obsessed with a person and just be in love.