Freitag, 17. Dezember 2021

There's a reason I said I'd be happy alone. 

It wasn't 'cause I thought I'd be happy alone.

It was because I thought if I loved someone, and then it fell
apart, I might not make it.
It's easier to be alone, because what if you
learn that you need love, and you don't have it?
What if you like it, and lean on it?
What if you shape your life around it, and then it falls apart?
Can you even survive that kind of pain? 

Losing love is like organ damage.
It's like dying.
The only difference is: death ends.

This? 

It could go on forever.

Mittwoch, 3. November 2021

“If it's hysterical,
it's historical.”

Dienstag, 26. Oktober 2021

 "It was nice while it lasted, right?" 

"It was nice while it lasted."

Dienstag, 22. Juni 2021

So bleibt man am Leben.
Wenn es so weh tut, dass man keine Luft mehr bekommt,
lernt man zu überleben.

-Zitat-

Sonntag, 6. Juni 2021

Feeling shitty in my bed, didn't take my fuckin' meds
Hyperpop up in my ears, everything just disappears
Don't wanna be someone else, just don't wanna hate myself
I just don't wanna hate myself, instead I wanna feel good

-ElyOtto-

Sonntag, 2. Mai 2021

 Because when I looked in the mirror my voice was quite clear
"You are ugly, you are too thin,
Your hairlines receding, you got a pimple on your chin"
And that was when
She gave me a piece of advice that changed my life:
She gave me a hug and she said
'Treat yourself like someone you loved'

Treat yourself like someone you loved.

Now, I've been standing but I needed to be sitting
Because I couldn't believe that I had been letting
Myself keep forgetting
That I was who I've been looking for.
And deep in my core I knew it was time to stop looking for more
Until I could look through all my fear
And look into a mirror and see clearly
That the man looking back at me
Was the only one who can make me happy,
And I am already enough.

-Adam Rosa-

Freitag, 2. April 2021

Ich habe dir nichts getan,
nun ist mir traurig zu Mut.
An den Hängen der Eisenbahn
leuchtet der Ginster so gut.

Vorbei - verjährt -
doch nimmer vergessen.

Ich reise.
Alles, was lange währt,
ist leise.

- Joachim Ringelnatz -