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“You smoked another cigarette and we shared another coffee and it was just another morning that made me realise that this is all it takes to be happy.”
― Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: in search for The Great Perhaps

tags: book-quotes, cigarette, cigarettes, coffee, happiness, happy, love, relationships, simplicity, smoking-morning, together, waking-up

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“I don’t need anyone else to distract me from myself anymore,
like I always thought I would.”
― Charlotte Eriksson, You're Doing Just Fine

tags: acceptance, balance, charlotte-eriksson, eating-disorders, ed, growing-up, harmony, mindfulness, myself, prose

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“This morning I woke up before the alarm clock went off and the sky outside was a big red ocean. You're beautiful when you're sleeping so I spent an hour observing the way you breathe. Inhale, exhale, without a thought of tomorrow. The window was open and the air was so crisp and I couldn't imagine how to ever ask for more than this.”
― Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: in search for The Great Perhaps

tags: book-quotes, breathe, gratitude, love, morning, mornings, peacefulness, pink, sky, sleeping, sunrise, waking-up, window

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“I was stressed and scared and I had to hurry to be someone, become something, do something. I was running and talking and cursed myself when I wasted my time on things that wouldn’t get me anywhere. It was work and it was money and I was never where I was, always somewhere else in my head far, far away.”
― Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: in search for The Great Perhaps

tags: be-someone, far-away, grow-up, growing-up, hurry, in-my-head, money, mood, poem, poems, poetry, prose, running, scared, stress, stressed, talking, time, tumblr-writer, work, worried, worry, youth

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“I am running and singing and when it’s raining I’m the only one left on the open street, smiling with my eyes fixed on the sky because it’s cleaning me. I’m the one on the other side of the party, hearing laughter and the emptying of bottles while I peacefully make my way to the river, a lonely road, following the smell of the ocean. I’m the one waking up at 4am to witness the sunrise, where the sky touches the sea, and I hold my elbows, grasping tight to whatever I’ve made of myself.”
― Charlotte Eriksson, Another Vagabond Lost To Love: Berlin Stories on Leaving & Arriving