my current mood expressed in Pictures

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We are young, we run green,
Keep our teeth, nice and clean,
See our friends, see the sights, feel alright,
We wake up, we go out, smoke a fag,
Put it out, see our friends,
See the sights, feel alright
- supergrass

it's a good thing tears never show in the pouring rain
As if a good thing ever could make up for all the pain



For the first time, there isno mercy in your eyes
And the cold wind is hitting my face and you're gone
And you're walking away
And I am helpless, sometimes
Wishing's just no good
Cause you don't see me like I wish you would





glück verschwindet schneller als es kommt.
es geht ohne lügen. ohne blumen. ohne ein wort der gnade.

todays fav look.
Rainy Saturday


Creat your own look


Perfekt wenn man nur schnell mal zum Billa will :)

I wanted to be with you alone and talk about the weather.
But traditions I can trace against the child in your face won't escape my attention.
You keep your distance with a system of touch and gentle persuasion.
I'm lost in admiration, could I need you this much?
Oh, you're wasting my time, you're just, just, just wasting time.

Something happens and I'm head over heels, I never find out till I'm head over heels.
Something happens and I'm head over heels, ah
don't take my heart, don't break my heart, don't, don’t, don’t throw it away,
throw it away, throw it away.



[photo: at Nils place]

hate them.



"I want to be a lost poem in a stranger's coat pocket, that conveys the importance of you.
To assure you of my desire, to assure you of dreams. I want all the possibilities of you in writing.
I want to give you your reflection, I want your eyes on me, I want to travel to the lightness with you and stay there, and I want everything before you...
...everything before you to follow us like a trail behind me.
I want never to say goodbye to you, even on the street corner or the phone.
I want, I want so much... I'm breathless.
I want to put my power into a poem to burn a hole in your pocket so I can sew it.
I want my words to scream through you. I want the poem not to mean that much.
And I want to contradict myself by accident, and for you to know what I mean.
I want you to be distant and for me to feel you close, I want endless days when it's day and... nighttime never to end when it's night.
I want all the seasons in one day. I want the sun to set before us and come up in front of us.
I want water up to our waists and to be drenched by the rain, up to our ankles with holes in our shoes.
...with holes in our shoes. I want to think your thoughts because they're mine.
I want only what's urgent with you.
I want to get in the way of the barriers and I want you to be a tough guy when you're supposed to,
like you do already.
...when you're supposed to. And I want you to be tender, like you do already.
And I want us to have met for a reason and I want that reason to be important.
And I want it to be bigger than us, I want it to take over us.
I want to forget. I want to remember us.
And when you say you love me I don't want to think you really mean New York City, and all the fun
we have in it.
And I want your smile always, and your grimaces too.
I want your scar on my lips, and I want your disappointments in my heart.
I want your strength in my soul and I want your soul in my eyes.
I want to believe everything you say, and I do.
And I want you to tell me what's best when I don't know.
And when you're lost I want to find you.
And when you're weary I want to give you steeples and cathedral thoughts and coliseum dreams.
I want to drag you from the darkness and kneel with you exhausted with the blinding light blaring on us... and..."
-chelsea walls

Guten morgen liebe welt, nach 100 anrufen habe ich aus meinem bett geschafft.
sitze aber dafür seit 2 std auf de couch, sehesinnlos fernund versuche mich wach zu halten.