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18 Jun 14 at 7 am

Today is my 19th Birthday :)

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01 Jun 14 at 7 pm

BIRDEA: balance

This is my pull on how almost every large religion is very alike. I do not know why I actually made this, it’s purely brain-diarrhea, but essentially it has a scientific-ish flavor, and I actually love the image that I ended up creating. Thinking about having this as a tattoo one day. As you can tell I just googled the illustrations and combined them paint-esque, so it does not look professional AT ALL… but I kinda like that for some reason. 
My brain works in mysterious ways, and this image basically tells you how my mind works when I’m not doing anything else. The meaning behind needs a lot of explanation, so if you’re interested, then do not hesitate to send me questions in my “ask” ;)

~the reason why I PrtSc-ned it, is because I don’t want you guys stealing my shit ;)

tags: art  me  religion  death  life  birdea  balance 
BIRDEA: balance
This is my pull on how almost every large religion is very alike. I do not know why I actually made this, it’s purely brain-diarrhea, but essentially it has a scientific-ish flavor, and I actually love the image that I ended up creating. Thinking about having this as a tattoo one day. As you can tell I just googled the illustrations and combined them paint-esque, so it does not look professional AT ALL… but I kinda like that for some reason. My brain works in mysterious ways, and this image basically tells you how my mind works when I’m not doing anything else. The meaning behind needs a lot of explanation, so if you’re interested, then do not hesitate to send me questions in my “ask” ;)
~the reason why I PrtSc-ned it, is because I don’t want you guys stealing my shit ;)
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01 Jun 14 at 7 pm

This is a photo of me in the middle, obviously) and my two best girls, Luna and Jules. I love this photo even though it’s not taken that well x)

tags: me 
This is a photo of me in the middle, obviously) and my two best girls, Luna and Jules. I love this photo even though it’s not taken that well x)

01 Jun 14 at 6 pm

This is a graphic illustration of me made by my best friend Jules. It’s freaky that it actually looks like me… a lot xD

If you’re confused on the scription; we were making sure people voted on something on Facebook ‘cause we were hosting a party - “fæææst” is a weird way spelling “fest”, which in danish means “party”. So it might make more sense now„, or maybe even less. 

This is a graphic illustration of me made by my best friend Jules. It’s freaky that it actually looks like me… a lot xD
If you’re confused on the scription; we were making sure people voted on something on Facebook ‘cause we were hosting a party - “fæææst” is a weird way spelling “fest”, which in danish means “party”. So it might make more sense now„, or maybe even less. 
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22 Apr 14 at 8 am

yup, that’s me, who the fuck else, cunt.

(Source: ckrp)

tags: me  nick  cunt 
yup, that’s me, who the fuck else, cunt.
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30 Dec 13 at 6 pm

Me and my friend Luna

a Supervillain and his Minion

tags: me  nick  luna  friends  friend  drunk 
Me and my friend Luna
a Supervillain and his Minion
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14 Nov 13 at 3 pm

Me

tags: me  Nick  photo  gpoy  septum  piercing 

What a load of crap. We all know that it’s way easier to just deal with an insecure douchebag.

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31 Aug 13 at 1 pm

I’m almost balled.

tags: nick  Nick  me  gpoy  balled  almost  selfie 
I’m almost balled.
The Mountains - The Mountains
Look what came in the mail today!
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18 Aug 13 at 4 pm

Someone made me smile. Sorry, guys.

tags: nick  me  selfie  i dunno  smiling 
Someone made me smile. Sorry, guys.
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17 Aug 13 at 11 pm

I cut my hair.

tags: selfie  gpoy  hair  me  Nick 

Denmark [d(e)-nma-rk, den-mark] as a boy’s name. Geographical: the country I live in, in Scandinavia. Also possibly a combined name of Dennis and Mark.
Dennis: means “follower of Dionysius”, or Dionysos, or Dionysus (the Greek God of wine, ritual of madness and ecstasy) 
Mark: is an Anglicised version of Marcus, which means “dedicated to Mars” (the Roman God of fertility), who became identified with Ares (the Greek God of war). 


In conclusion - Denmark is all about parties, madness, sex and… war (well duh, the Vikings)… makes perfect sense to me. 

- Nick 

Standard week in DK:
GIF made specifically for "When you live in Copenhagen"
(http://whenyouliveindenmark.tumblr.com/

And hey, now it’s weekend…. SEE YA!

He had gazed at her for a long time now. He knew that she knew which had caused him to blush. He had fallen in love with her – at least he thought he did. He loved her so much, that the rose he had seen on the cemetery, which he thought was the most beautiful one he had ever seen, should be given to her – because she was just as beautiful.
He smiled thinking about giving it to her. He went home right away that same day. His mum had not come home yet, so she would never know that he had left for a moment. Placed gently on the rosewood table in the hallway, the rose looked curiously at him while he struggled tying his shoelaces. It was all done, he was ready, and went out the door, looked twice before he ran over the road to her place that was right beside his.
He had knocked on the door, and was answered with a beautiful smile from the young girl. He smiled again – his was a little bit more awkward. He was invited in, and had hided the rose behind his back until she sat down beside him in the expensive couch. There had been placed birthday presents in every corner in the apartment. Her parents were not home either.
He was a bit taller than her.
She began explaining why there were presents everywhere: She had just held her birthday, and she was now seven years old.
She thanked him for the rose right after he had given it to her, and he then asked her veiled in blush if she would give him a kiss because of the rose. She would – and she did. It felt nice. She was nice.
“When was your last birthday?” she then asked him. He answered that his birthday was a long time ago.
“Did you turn seven too?” she asked him again. He said no. He wasn’t seven.
Well he was, but he had had a couple of birthdays since then.
He touched his cheek, the one she had been kissing, and remembered his last birthday. He had not been given as many presents as she had, only one from his mum, but he remembered that he didn’t turn seven – but 42.
He had asked for one last kiss in the exact moment that her parents arrived with more birthday presents for their little girl. The beautiful rose from the cemetery was crushed.


- by Nicolai Uttenthal Degn