[worteschuetttlerin]

Max Frisch — Tagebuch 1946–1949

[weltenwellen]

Margaret Atwood, from “Europe on $5 a Day”, The Door

[zayira]

[worteschuetttlerin]

Mascha Kaléko — Wir haben keine andre Zeit als diese

[chillpotato]

Carlie Hoffman, from "High Bridge Park"

[weltenwellen]

jessczapalskipoetry

[weltenwellen]

Ocean Vuong, from “Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong”, Night Sky with Exit Wounds

[angela-doe]

In heißen Sommernächten kann ich echt alles lieben, manchmal sogar mich selbst

[makinginfinity]

@inkawilliams

[ma-demoiselle-cherie]

[worteschuetttlerin]

Albert Ostermaier — inkontinent, in: Für den Anfang der Nacht

[n1rvana]

[quotemadness]

“I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.”

— Franz Kafka (via quotemadness)

[starei]

I can't stop thinking about you, I don't think I'll ever want to

[minuty]

[worteschuetttlerin]

Annika Scheffel — Ben

[wlwbeauty-blog]

Concept: you’ve been married to your wife for 3 years. You wake up in your bed before she does, your nose cold but your body warm. Careful not to wake her, you get out of bed and your toes curl when your feet hit the cold floor. You brew a pot of coffee and take a cup, making sure to leave enough for her. You pull on a big sweater and walk out onto your deck, sitting in a big wood chair to look out over the forest. The leaves are orange and edged with frost. All is quiet as the sun rises over the trees. You hear the door opening behind you and your wife sits down next to you, wrapping the comforter from your bed around both of you shoulders. You sit there like that until the sun is well up and your coffee cups are empty.