#f.r

[pothosrays]

crow 332

[adbasch]

"Und der Moment, ganz kurz bevor du ertrinkst

Ist der Moment, in dem du erkennst wie ich wirklich bin"

-Fabian Römer, Blauwalherz

[smashing-yng-man]

I mean, if they're gonna remove it on January 1st.

[itsnotthesameanymore]

Bevor ich dich kannte, war ich jemand anders

Fabian Römer

[nerdykitten]

Ist es egoistisch, wenn man Suizidgedanken hegt, obwohl man weiß, dass das sein Umfeld und die Verwandten quält? Oder war das Umfeld ichbezogen, weil es nicht gemerkt hat, du bist am Boden?

- F.R.

[deutschraplyrik]

Doch du brauchst diese Situationen, in denen du wenigstens spürst, dass du lebst

F.R

[dear--charlie]

Dear Charlie,

i never thought i would be writing a letter about a guy. i just never thought i would care that much.

i miss him, charlie. it’s a crazy thing to say because i barely know him. i only ever knew him for one day but that was what life was, everything was temporary and one day was as good as anything else.

i miss the way he made me feel. it snuck up on me that day, i thought he was just another guy but he was more than that, nobody else has ever made me feel like that before, he liked me more than i liked him almost and it was nice to feel so wanted. that’s what i miss. i don’t even know him well enough to miss him, i just miss the way he treated me.

but that’s it now, we’re thousands of miles apart and i’m never going to see him again. we texted for a bit the other day and it was so nice. he was flirting with me even though he knew i was gone. but it’s all over. flirting over text is all well and good but it’s nothing really. i want to physically be next to him again.

i know it’s all crazy. nothing more can or will ever happen with him, i could’ve just let  it be a nice memory, but instead i’m letting myself get hung up on it. i know i’m being crazy and irrational. and yet all i want is for him to text me.

yours, f.r.

[dear--charlie]

Dear Charlie,

i’ve written this letter 3 times now and i’ve deleted every attempt. i want to write it all down, get everything out, but i’ll never be free from my own thoughts.

all i can do is hope that the next step will be better. that somehow, i will find what i’m searching for. i don’t know how something that was such a positive experience is making me so sad.

or i can just pray for a miracle.

dear charlie, i hope that one day i’ll figure this all out. it stresses me out to know that i won’t.

i think i just need to cry for a bit.

yours, f.r