#trainthoughts

[kikileekk]

have you wondered maybe they chose detroit for the game because it is a family rhyme to the word android? detroit: once android.

[awinterwithmythoughts]

k.d. lang has struck me with a pang of desire. A rural intermission. Act 5 in an infinite series. I feel oddly comfortable leaving. Taking a few years in Canada working service. Seeing the nature. Connected to my art. When you carry your practice with you, you're always close to home. Til my practice is solid, I'll stay. It's important to be consistent, obsessive ad produce ass much as I can. Tune into the inner voice so I am ready when it calls. Solitude breads possibility. Agitatino breeds change. Stagnancy is natural but not permanent. Just as the flow in a stream tugs your hair as you lie in the water your form should be allowed to move together intertwined as it pleases the current. To fight movement is to hurt yourself. Busting out tired cliché as if I function like some sort of prophet. The only thing I know is that I'm going to find and do what pleases me. I'm going to enjoy my life and I'm going to love everything in it.

Circle the Dark - TOPS

[awinterwithmythoughts]

What is the heartland? I won't break your heart. I think I will break a heart. Or maybe I'll never get close enough to reach for it. It's been almost 10 years. With decades (?) spanning the future. The orgasmic obsession must be dedicated to creating. Loving the process and its outcomes such that there's a false memory of their birth. I won't be hindered by the squirrel with a death wish. Just because you're willing to cross the street with 6 lanes of oncoming traffic to snatch the bread out of my hand doesn't mean you'll be adopted by the baker. I'm tolerant of being in proximity together but your cup may remain unfulfilled by my love. I might be able to convince you that less than full is acceptable, even nice on occasion. But even if I do that, I'll eventually get tired of you. The second I get peeved. I'm out. Sleeptalker - TOPS

Berlin - Köln 16.09.24

[inner-interiors]

when people don't feel loved, they seek to be admired

idk where i got the idea that love and admiration are of the same grain, that to have one should include the other, lest it is a conditional love or a false admiration. i find myself convicted by aristotle's words. he is not wrong in implying that the ultimate ask of a person is fulfilled in the fullness of love. what is there to seek, if not only that the love be faithful and unchanging? it seems to me that beneath the want for admiration is a longing to be admired....in other terms, glorified. is love not the ultimate form of glory? and if it is glory you are seeking, why? when an embrace, the kind curiosity of "how are you really", a listening ear, "tell me more about that", "i appreciate you" - the small things done IN love is the agent of change that delivers us from emptiness. otherwise, we would amount instagram likes and compliments and the envy of others to a sense of a fulfilled soul, one that is at peace with themself.

#trainthoughts

[tectoniaaderiva]

Sometimes I feel I am the 'girl in the train' herself. looking at this special crowd talking or sleeping or just existing there. what are they thinking? Are they happy? Are they bad ppl? Do they also want to take their own lives too? Anyway, Saturday is sunny, cold, but sunny. Today is a kind of 'ok' day. Hope it stays like this till the end 🙏.

[waitingforhumanity]

well it really sucks when you get hit with random low moods where everything just feels like its crumbeling down on you. Its okay (and i am used to it) when i'm alone. Sometimes it happens with friends and all i can do is sit there and let this sudden wave of sadness wash over me and completely ruin the vibe because i go nonverbal and shit. Only the nicest of the nicest people surround me - my friends and family are my world. I wish i could show you, how much i love you. I am sorry. somewhere on the road to 22 i lost my happiness.

[bennett-slytherin]

[randgaenger]

Nah und fern, irgendwo dazwischen, inmitten von vergessen und vermissen, auf den Straßen und hinter Theken bin ich wach, aber nicht am Leben. Zwischen hier und dort ist so viel Raum, der leer bleibt, weil meine Gedanken an dich enden in einem Sehnsuchtstraum. Nah und fern, irgendwo dazwischen wird sich Hoffnung mit Trostlosigkeit vermischen.