You are terrifying and strange and beautiful. Something not everyone knows how to love.
— Warsan Shire (via hellanne)


13/01/2011 (par AmyFlorence)
Holzköpfe (586)



Es ist jedes Mal ein Wunder, wenn das heilige Handy beim Runterfallen ganz bleibt, aber unsere Freude darüber währt nicht ansatzweise so lange wie der Ärger, wenn es beim x-ten Mal kaputtgeht – noch nicht mal aufaddiert.

96 Prozent unserer Nahverkehrszüge sind pünktlich.

Wir nehmen als selbstverständlich hin, dass alles läuft, wie es soll. Dass es das nicht ist, trifft uns jedes Mal schmerzhaft und unvorbereitet. Und kaum läuft es wieder, wird allein der Gedanke, dass es anders sein könnte, frevelhaft. Wir sind nie froh und dankbar, wenn wir mal keinen Krampf haben, keinen Schnupfen, keinen gebrochenen Knochen. Oder dafür, dass wir keinen Krebs haben, aber WLAN. Wir blenden den gnädigen Zufall aus, hier geboren zu sein statt in Nordkorea oder Gaza, und reagieren passiv-aggressiv auf jede Konfrontation damit.

Neulich bin ich auf eine Schnecke getreten, hab es zu spät bemerkt und mir mit ihren schleimigen Überresten den Wohnungsboden versaut.

An die Schnecke dachte ich erst sehr viel später.

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 There are a few things in life so beautiful they hurt: swimming in the ocean while it rains, reading alone in empty libraries, the sea of stars that appear when you’re miles away from the neon lights of the city, bars after 2am, walking in the wilderness, all the phases of the moon, the things we do not know about the universe, and you.
— Beau Taplin, “And You (via afadthatlastsforever)

 Well, sometimes I worry that my whole life will be based about what’s comfortable and easy. I’ll care too much about what makes me feel good to ever really reach for anything. And then I worry that even if I do, I won’t succeed.
— Julia Hoban, Willow (via expeditum)

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Truly, Madly, Deeply (par -theperfectmistake)
 I didn’t realize it, but the days came along one after another, and then two years were gone, and everything was gone, and I was gone.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald



do german snakes go ßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßß

YES, they do.

  126546n   #words  #true 
 You don’t understand this, but I don’t have any world to go back to. No one’s ever really loved me, or wanted me, in my entire life. I don’t know who to count on other than myself.
— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

 November 19th, 2013,
‘Selfie’ was named the Word of the Year by the Oxford Dictionary
Pseudo-intellectuals everywhere cried about the ‘death of the English language’
Because God forbid modern colloquial speech be recognised as valid.
Time Magazine refers to ‘millenials’ as the ‘me me me generation’
Selfish, all we care about is personal gratification
Lazy, entitled, shallow narcissists.
A picture of a girl taking a selfie on her phone is used for the cover
Because our selfishness can be summed up in the fact that we like how we look enough to document it.
We are consumed, they tell us, with our self image.
Everything is about us.
With the addition of every word to the dictionary,
‘Hashtag’. ‘Perf’. ‘Sexting’. ‘Totes’. ‘Selfie’,
The ‘me-me-me’ generation continues to make it all about ourselves,
And we should, they tell us, weep,
We should weep because we are entitled,
Because all we care about are selfies and parties and Instagram,
Because this is the generation that will one day run the world,
And for that, we should weep,
Because all we are is ‘me-me-me’.
Let me tell you something.
Every year, university tuition will be 2.3% more expensive for MY GENERATION,
MY GENERATION reports higher levels of anxiety and depression than ANY other generation,
15% more of US than YOU will go to university,
But 46% of MY GENERATION won’t find a job until over a year after law school,
MY GENERATION, on average, is $47,628 in debt.
58% of girls in MY GENERATION feels like they are the wrong weight,
95% of people with eating disorders are part of MY GENERATION,
And MY GENERATION has a million dollar industry telling us that we are not good enough,
That we are ugly, lazy, and entitled,
And anything we do to be financially successful,
Or less stressed,
Or beautiful, god dammit,
Is in vain.
So pick up your phone,
Pick your favourite filter,
And take a goddamn selfie.
You deserve it for having to grow up in these times.
— My poem, ‘Hashtag Selfie’ (via dingdongyouarewrong)

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 Confidence isn’t walking into a room with your nose in the air, and thinking you are better than everyone else, it’s walking into a room and not having to compare yourself to anyone else in the first place.
— Unknown (via kryeveper)

 I don’t know, I don’t feel right unless I’ve got the sea and mountains nearby.
— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore


Tell me about heartache,
about how in love you are with all the people whose time ran away.

Tell me about your sleepless nights,
about how every-time you closed your eyes, a static image of everything they were played on a loop in the projection room of your brain.

Tell me about sadness,
about how dull a word it is, sad, to describe the thunderstorm that is your insides.

Tell me about your cold nights soaking wet with tears.

Tell me about survival,
about how nights suspended all but changed nothing,
about the mornings after and your heart which found a permanent place for itself cradled between your knees.

Tell me about your grieving heart,
about your shivering veins,
tell me about all the pieces they took with them as they passed away.

Tell me about you,
have you turned into a shell of what you were,
or are you wearing this pain, and their memory, like an armor?

— (via aseasidesoul)

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  © / 168n   #art  #words  #purple