perhaps I melted into the rain and became its song

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a tree gave me a fruit

what if all of this is a dream

früh morgens von sonnenstrahlen geweckt

have you ever been in love? horrible, isn't it?...

...it makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life. You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phras like "maybe we should be just friends" turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just the imagination. I hate love.









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wunderschön. punkt.
source: stilinberlin

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I know you hide behind your words. it's ok. I do that, too.

found all the pictures via google :)

maybe my silence is trying to tell you something

source: unknown

so lovely

source: streethearts

the plan for tonight was going out and dancing...

... und ablenkung finden. aber es kam alles ganz anders...
neuer plan: vom winde verweht fertig schauen

take me out tonight...

...I wanna go dancing with you honey

iron and wine

Almost home
When I missed the bottom stair
You were braiding your gray hair
It had grown so long
Since I'd been gone

And the perfect girls,
By the pool, they would protest
The cross around their necks,
But our sons were overseas,
And we all know 'bout the hive and the honey bees.

Almost home
With an olive branch and a dove
You were beating on a Persian rug
With your bible and your wedding band
Both hidden on the TV stand

And the cruel wind blew
Every city father fell
Off the county carousel
While the dogs were eating snow
All our sons had sunk in a trunk
Of Noah's clothes

Almost home,
We got lost on our new street,
And your grieving girls all died in their sleep,
So the dogs all went unfed,
A great dream of bones all piled on a bed

And the cops couldn't care,
When that crackhead built a boat
And said, "Please, before I go,
May our only honored bond
Be the kinship of the kids and the riot squad

oh my lovely saturday...

...die ersten sonnenstrahlen und mir geht es gut!





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don't make someone your everything because when they leave you have nothing

I'm so sick of it. fuck you! I'm over it.

she and him

stockhomlstreetstyle

I miss us. I don't like who we turned into

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what I want is to be needed...

...what I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody who will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.





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I'm sorry. My insecurities ruin everything.

via Iusedtolovehim

"Are you falling asleep, love?" - "No, I'm falling apart."

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I love it when in the middle of our kiss I can feel you smiling

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heartless moon

source: tfs

ohlala pour ce beau!