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I’m writing about life in general. The good and bad moments and feeling. Feel free to comment on my texts, they’re meant for it! Additional I’m posting photos of my life, stuff I like, that makes me happy or things that make me drowning in melancholy sometimes.

[estrellablogg]

Herşey kötüye giderken sen çıktın karşıma.. ☀️

[seductionofmedusa]

View of the house I imagine

[seductionofmedusa]

Unprediction until you listen to it. - Love

Love is unpredictable.
 Sometimes it’s sad, mostly it’s beautiful. 
This crumble of adrenaline that floods through your veins directly into your heart when you know.
 You feel each and every heartbeat.
 Time and your surroundings seem to stop.
 Then there is this moment, these moments of deep trust, feeling home, connected, two colliding in one, growth like a flower rises out of the soil. 
Love is the most beautiful thing I know on earth.
 Even some is not for a lifetime it’s always worth to try it again and again without being afraid.
 Life is here to love - people, moments, yourself, your purpose, nature, this planet.
 It’s all connected and thanks to the fact that we are humans we know and feel that deep, deep inside of us. 
Everyone feels that. 
It is that gift that we all have of feeling and listening.
 Most of the time we are perfectionists in distracting ourself from that truth.
 But in the end nature always finds its way back to its origin.
 In some of us it’ll be found later, in some earlier.
 The flow of life.
 The most beautiful energy I know whilst feeling and letting myself sink into it.

[seductionofmedusa]

Clearing Narrow

Truth is a matter of time.
 It hits you hard.
 But in the end it brings you so much clarity.
 Like you look at the bottom of a glass where the content was narrow before.
 When lying to yourself before the truth seemed so destroying.
 But with clarity comes newness.
 New direction. New beginning. New opportunities.
 Truth hurts. 
But does truth not heal you in the end?
 What is your truth?

[seductionofmedusa]

Daring is caring

Why is it so hard for us to admit to something, to someone?
 To be binding.
 It’s the feeling of committing to someone new.
 Having trust to a different person.
 Reset.
 New game.
 New love.
 Why is that so hard?
 Being caught in the uncertain.
 Why is that so much distress for us?
 It feels so good to return to the familiar surroundings and people.
 But there is a reason for why it didn’t go well.
 If there isn’t one, ask yourself why it doesn’t work out now.
 Habits make us feel safe.
 Comfortable.
 But it doesn’t bring change. 
It’s kind of being stuck in your own comfort zone with someone.
 Maybe he doesn’t dare to challenge you anymore.
 He knows your needs, your anxieties.
 Why should he remind you of this?
 The main thing is, that those fears are the key to your dreams. 
By solving or overcoming them, you get closer to what really attracts your heart.
 But here we are.
 In the present. 
In practice.
 And that’s the part that hits you hard from the back.
 It’s unexpected, so your choice relies on the old habits.
 That’s what habits do:
 You repeat the old manner, because your impulses remember them.
 The point is, that you have to act differently in those moments. 
In a way, that you really want and not what’s trained because that’s the way you always did it. It doesn’t bring you forward.
 But that’s theory.
 In practice we always rely on the familiar.
 That’s human.
 The question is:
 What does make us dare something?
 In this moment.
 Here and now.
 What does makes us break the comfort zone daring to try something new that will possibly make us happy?


[definegodliness]

Yes it was love; young love, and though we didn’t get eternity, forever will linger in our could’ve beens.

Mistakes young lovers make, by M.A. Tempels © 2017 (via definegodliness)

[seductionofmedusa]

Procastination in post-modern times

The main question is: Why are we all doing this? 
Why do we keep on going? 
We go to university. 
Sitting there every day. 
Do an internship. 
Go to work. 
 Or just sit there, doing nothing and being blamed for it.
 Why can’t we just live in the moment? 
Waking up.
 Resting for a moment and appreciate that we are alive. 
That we can go out, put our faces in the sun and enjoy that feeling.
 Why do we pretend to be busy all the time?
 Is that the new ‚cool‘?
Does that give us the strength we are trying to show the world? 
Why can’t we just wake up.
 Having nothing to do for the day and don’t feel any guilt for it? 
Did we forget how to enjoy? 
Is sense of life being distracted with work that we proclaim as our passion? 
Doing something that has a name, a description of our everyday doing.
 Maybe a passion is not always about making money of it.
 Maybe feeling fulfilled is about not always calling things by a name. 
Maybe it’s about doing them and keep on going with doing. 
 Movement is life. 
 Not talking about it.

[seductionofmedusa]

Was machst du?

Was machst du, wenn dir langweilig in deiner Wohnung ist?
 Was machst du, wenn alles für den Tag erledigt ist, bzw. du keine Lust mehr auf Verpflichtungen hast?
 Was machst du, wenn du dich alleine fühlst? 
Was machst du, wenn du dich einsam fühlst? 
Redest du? Erklärst du? 
Lachst du? Weinst du? 
Fragst du dich dann, wo die Vergangenheit geblieben ist?
 Fragst du dich dann, was die Zukunft bringt? 
Oder lebst du dann im Jetzt?
 Oder lebst du dann im Hier? 
Was machst du, wenn dich jeder Mensch langweilt?
 Was machst du, wenn dir jeder Mensch die Einöde gibt, die der davor auch schon brachte?
 Was machst du, wenn du dich hilflos fühlst und eigentlich so viel machen möchtest?
 Was machst du, wenn du die Welt bewegen möchtest?
 Mit Emotionen.
 Protesten. 
Zustimmungen.
 Danksagungen.
 Hasstiraden.
 Oder einfach nur mit der Liebe zu jemandem.
 Oder etwas?
 Was machst du dann?

[seductionofmedusa]

Impressions

I’m writing about life in general. The good and bad moments and feeling. Feel free to comment on my texts, they’re meant for it! Additional I’m posting photos of my life, stuff I like, that makes me happy or things that make me drowning in melancholy sometimes.