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my favorite part of concerts is when the band plays a song everyone knows so everyone’s singing along all out of tune but then the singer stops singing and they point the mic at the crowd and u just hear everyone in the crowd singing the words to the music and u see the smiles on the band members’ faces bc they know people care about their music and everyone’s just so happy who cares about anything else
Ist Liebe nur eine Lüge?
Jeden Abend sitze ich hier. Im Dunklen. In meinem Zimmer. Allein. All meine Gedanken gehören dir. Ich sitze einfach da. Ich verstehe einfach nicht, was das zwischen uns war. Was überhaupt passiert ist. Wäre ich doch nie in dein Auto gestiegen. Jeden Abend aufs Neue versuch ich schlauer zu werden. Jeden Abend versuche ich Erklärungen zu finden. Doch ich schaffe es einfach nicht.
Zu Beginn war alles ganz harmlos, wir schrieben einfach. Wie zwei ganz normale Menschen. Doch unsere Kommunikation wurde länger und intimer. Wir schrieben, obwohl wir hätten schlafen müssen. Doch es war uns egal. Wer brauchte schon schlaf, wenn wir uns hatten. Schließlich öffnest du mir dein Herz. Ich war geschockt, doch auch irgendwie gerührt. Ich wusste nicht mit umzugehen, also habe ich dem Allen einfach seinen Lauf gegeben. Ich war glücklich wenn wir schrieben. Schließlich war der Abend da, wo ich in dein Auto stieg. Wohl der größte Fehler der ganzen Geschichte. Dennoch fühlte sich der Moment wunderbar an.
Obwohl alles für unmöglich schien, machten wir es möglich. Uns war egal, was die anderen dachten, nur wir waren wichtig. Wir phantasierten und alberten gemeinsam rum. Es gab nur uns zwei.
So ging es mehrere Monate. Wir trafen uns immer, wenn es möglich war. Wir schrieben jeden Tag. Wir teilten unsere Probleme, mehr oder weniger. Wir waren füreinander da.
Doch nach und nach, wurde der Kontakt von dir immer weniger. Immer war ich diejenige die sich meldete. Von dir kam nichts mehr. Dein Interesse schwand nach und nach.
Schließlich sprach ich es an. Und da sagtest du es zu mir, was ich eigentlich die ganze Zeit sowieso schon wusste. Eine Neue. Dabei hattest du immer die Befürchtungen, dass ich einen Neuen kennenlerne. Doch du warst es. Und ich hatte mich in deinen Worten so wohlgefühlt, dass ich es zu spät gemerkt hatte.
DU sagtest, du fändest es nicht fair mich und sie zu haben und willst den Kontakt mit mir nicht haben. Aber wieso war ich von Beginn so unwichtig, dass eine Andere die Gelegenheit hatte dazwischen zu funken.
Hatten all deine Worte überhaupt eine Bedeutung?
Wie soll ich dir überhaupt noch glauben?
Wieso warst du denn dann da, wenn es mir schlecht ging? Wieso hatten wir das alles, wenn ich nie eine Chance hatte?
Wie kann man so ein guter Lügner sein?
Verständnislos
Stundenlang lese ich unsere Nachrichten, dennoch verstehe ich einfach nicht, was zwischen uns war und was auf einmal passiert, doch eins weiss ich, ich vermisse dich, so wie du zu mir warst. hoffnung, liebe, glück, all dies hast du mir gegeben.. und plötzlich sind die ganzen Monaten hinfällig und uninteressant!? Wie ist das bloß möglich!? Das soll es also gewesen sein, so viel bin ich dir also Wert?
I dont understand this shit
Wieso wird einem so vieles wunderbares erzählt, wenn man schließlich doch fallen gelassen wird!?
“I am a feminist because” I don’t think this video could be much more relevant.
An 87 Year Old College Student Named Rose
The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn’t already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned round to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being. She said, “Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I’m eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?” I laughed and enthusiastically responded, “Of course you may!” and she gave me a giant squeeze. “Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?” I asked. She jokingly replied, “I’m here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids…” “No seriously,” I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age. “I always dreamed of having a college education and now I’m getting one!” she told me. After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months, we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this “time machine” as she shared her wisdom and experience with me. Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up. At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I’ll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, “I’m sorry I’m so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I’ll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know.” As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, “We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day. You’ve got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dead and don’t even know it!There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don’t do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight. Anybody can grow older. That doesn’t take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no regrets. The elderly usually don’t have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets.” She concluded her speech by courageously singing “The Rose.” She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives. At the year’s end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep. Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it’s never too late to be all you can possibly be .When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they’ll really enjoy it! These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE. REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL. We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give.
Da ist man wieder
Da sitzt man nichts ahnend einfach da und das Handy bimmelt. Eine neue Nachricht. Man denkt sich nichts dabei. Dann schaut man auf das Handy und dann das. Schon fats vergessen. Diese eine Person. Sie meldet sich wieder. Auf einmal ist alles wieder anders. Dabei hat man gerade gelernt ohne sie zu leben. Doch dann das. Wie aus dem nichts ging sie und kam wie aus dem nichts wieder. Einfach so. Doch woher soll man jetzt wissen was richtig und was falsch ist. Wie soll man mit der Person reden. Was ist mit einem selbst, wenn man es nicht mehr so sieht, wie es mal war, aber die andere Person schon? Wie soll man bloß damit klar kommen. Wie?
"I’m gonna miss you."
One Tree Hill Reunion: Will it happen? [x]
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Why don’t you like to be touched?
”Nathan… From the second I heard those words, “we found a body” my eart sank. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. And now that I’ve managed to at least move, all I can think about is one moment you and I shared years ago. Over and over, that same insignificant moment repeats in my head. I-I can’t tell you why. It was your birthday, your first year playing for Maryland. Jamie must have been 2. You said you didn’t want to do anything, but I insisted on at least having your favorite ice cream. You remember this? When I brought back mint chocolate chip and you asked why I thought that was your favorite, I was so confused. Any time we had gotten ice cream together, that’s what you always chose. But… you told me rocky road was your favorite. And you looked at me so tenderly, Nathan, and you said you always chose mint chocolate chip because you knew it was my favorite flavor. And that’s when I realized for the first time that you hadn’t been making any of your decisions for yourself. You were doing everything for me all along, for your family. and it occurred to me that we still had so much to learn about each other and since then, Nathan, I’ve learned about the wonderfully selfless, humble, strong man you are. Nathan, I can’t hear that you’ll never come home again, that I’ll never learn something new about you again, never experience your selflessness, your love, your warm touch again. Nathan… please. Have we really had our last conversation? Our last kiss? I don’t know what I’d do if… Please.”
My activity spikes every Wednesday because of this post
always reblog on a wednesday, that’s the rule.
Dammit its Wednesday and I would have been rethinking scrolling past this all day if I didn’t reblog
One Tree Hill Meme: [4/8] Characters: Nathan Scott
“It’s the oldest story in the world. One day you’re seventeen and planning for someday. And then quietly and without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And that someday is yesterday. And this is your life.”
Schlaflos
Schlaflos Jetzt bin ich schon so viele wochen zuhause, jetzt kann ich einfach nicht mehr schlafen, hellwach einfach so
