Talking isn’t worth much, if no one listens. It’s like writing stories that no one ever reads. Like drawing pictures no one ever sees. Like being forgotten before you even existed. But it’s so easy they say. So easy to change. Weiterlesen
Do you sometimes dream of someone who isn’t in your life anymore as if they still were? I do. Not daily, but consistently. And then I wake up missing them. Wondering what went wrong, and it breaks my heart a little every time. Weiterlesen
Die Wahrheit ist, dass du mir fehlst. Jeden Tag ein bisschen mehr, bis wir uns wiedersehen und dann wieder von der Sekunde an, in der wir uns trennen. Am Vermissen merkt man, wie viel einem jemand bedeutet. Und es gibt Menschen, die man sein ganzes Leben lang vermisst – obwohl man weiß, dass sie nicht mehr zurückkommen.
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If you ever feel like you are trapped in the wrong story you need to leave. That’s such an easy saying but such a hard thing to do. Because it’s so much easier to be trapped in misery than trying to escape. Who knows what monsters are waiting for you on the other side? Weiterlesen
The cruellest lies aren’t the ones that other people tell us – it’s the ones we tell ourselves. They are the ones we desperately cling to, the ones we protect against any truth, and they are the ones that will destroy us in the end. Weiterlesen
Was zu Ende ist, ist zu Ende. So simple und doch machen wir es so kompliziert. Weil unser Stolz es nicht zugeben, nicht wahrhaben, nicht loslassen will. Unser Herz weiß immer wann es vorbei, noch bevor der Kopf es versteht. Und trotzdem wollen wir an etwas festhalten, das nicht mehr existiert.
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Sometimes you try so hard to read between invisible lines, you fail to realize that those lines don’t even exist. You get caught up in a web of lines that weren’t there to begin with until it feels like all this lines are choking you. It could all be so easy, but you had to start thinking about it, didn’t you? Weiterlesen
Fine. I am fine. It’s an easy answer…an easy lie. Fine – not too bad but not really good either. You will get away with it, because it’s too lukewarm to raise any concern and not overwhelming enough to make anyone uncomfortable. And really, I am fine. I just hope this isn’t as good as it will ever get. Weiterlesen
Sometimes you want something so badly you can almost taste it on your tongue. But every time you try to catch up to it, it seems to move further away. No matter how fast you run, how slow you move towards it – even if you try to trick it by going backwards – it always stays firmly out of reach. And still you can’t seem to give up on it just yet. Weiterlesen
I don’t like reality any more. Everything here is difficult and limited and somehow impossible to achieve. Real people are most likely a disappointment and real feelings just always hurt you in the end. Reality is cruel and harsh and somehow it seems like no one here is speaking my language. Weiterlesen