Gute Besserung, Nicole!
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Gute Besserung, Nicole!
Mein Papa schickt mir Pinguine 🐧 aus Afrika, die schön ist das denn :)
Merry Christmas!
🐢 cool!
Dark times lie ahead of us and there will be a time when we must choose between what is easy and what is right. We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided. Differences of habit and language are nothing at all if our aims are identical and our hearts are open.
J.K. Rowling, Albus Dumbledore /* /* /* (via wingedaileen)
I love autumn.
The Little Worlds. by galaxiesanddust
Das Bächlein war zuviel für den Obi. Alles vergessen was man so alles gelernt hat. Sch…
Ein bisschen peinlich ist´s schon…
Ich weiss. Nach der Bergung hab ich mich auch geschämt.
Scheint, als müssten wir beide nochmal ein Training zusammen machen, dann zeig ich dir wie das richtig geht :) Nicht hinfallen!
Mitten in Manhattan….
my golden snitch pocket watch. ♥
Wuthering Heights.
The Sky and the Impossible. by galaxiesanddust
Once upon a time there was a girl Who wanted to forget her life and drown into words So she opened the covers of the books in her shelf She read about a brave boy With a lightning scar and his mother’s eyes And loyal friends who became his family And after reading all seven books She tried swishing and flicking her pen And remembered to turn on the light She read about a black and white circus That opened its gates at dusk And had more wonders than you could count And after closing the book’s black cover She wanted to learn magic tricks And started wearing a red scarf She read about a kind man Who was short in height but found his courage And left his hole-home to go on an adventure And after finishing the book She went on a long walk, singing songs And wrote all the things she saw on a red notebook She read about a girl and a boy Who were wolves, alternately And read poems to each other when the weather was warm And after putting the dust jacket back She bought a red coffee maker And folded a thousand paper cranes She read about a group of teens; They were sons and daughters of gods and goddesses Sometimes insecure and imperfect, but never alone And after reading not one, but two series She consumed books about Greek mythology While eating a bag of blue candy She read about a four-year-old girl Who was particularly smart, a genious And read and memorised a hundred books And after returning the book to the library She started studying harder than ever And tried moving her teacup without touching it She read about a girl on fire The symbol of justice who brought hope to the people Who went through countless terrors for the sake of others And after turning the last page She went on a protest for the things she loved And raised her hand and whistled four times She read about two teens who were in love And hung on to their own little infinity Lived day by day, before the last one came And after the story was over She started saving up for a trip to Amsterdam For her and someone she could whisper “okay” to She read about a quite unusual girl Whose hair was peacock-blue And who belonged to two different worlds And after flipping through three thick books She started collecting animal teeth And got into drawing again She read about a girl and a boy Selfless, reckless, sharp, honest, and kind And the boy lost the girl but not in vain And after there were no more pages She got a tattoo with a special meaning And didn’t let anyone control her ever again She read about a company of nine Who were members of different races But grew close to each other and formed eternal bonds And after the story had enchanted her She started growing flowers in her backyard And realised she was wandering, but not lost Once upon a time there was a girl Who wanted to forget her life and drown into words But after closing the covers of the books in her shelf She saw that her life wasn’t empty at all, not anymore And maybe her own story was worth reading, too So she sat down and grabbed a pen
A poem about the influence of books (via listentothepages)
I had the epiphany that laughter was light, and light was laughter, and that this was the secret of the universe. - Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch