#uhrenaufstillstand

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Wenn ich glückliche, verliebte Paare sehe, dann überkommt mich kein Neid, sondern eine Art Traurigkeit ... weil ich mir auch so etwas wünsche.

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You know it’s bad when you’re thinking about driving straight into a wall.

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Was sind das für Eltern, denen die Worte der Anderen wichtiger sind, als das Glück des eigenen Kindes?

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You know what being picky is? Knowing you’re good enough to deserve something great.

Carol Wendelson - Great News

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Sa kollaj po shkojka dora n‘allti,

vetes edhe fëmijëve jetën me ja nxi.

Me vra një njeri, shpirtin me ja marr,

me shti në dhe, me lan fëmijë pa nanë.

Nana e mjerë tu kajt e tu vajtu,

Sytë nuk pi teren, krejt u shkatrru.

Mbet nana, mbet pa bijë,

Evladin me varros, a ka sen ma zi?

E paska lyp, diqka paska bo,

Jo, se badihava se kish vra.

Hiq nuk pritoni gojen me hap,

Me shpik e me rrejt veq fjalë me përhap.

Jo kurvallaku, kush e di çka ka ndodh,

Boll me kto fjalë se m‘kini lodh!

Oh njerzë, me dhunë kto punë s‘kryhen,

Mbushnu mend, dreqi jau hangt ftyren!

Vrasësi ju dhimbet, i mjeri ai thoni,

Viktimën e shani, krejt e harroni.

A kini zemër, a kini ndërgjegje?

Ju para zotit do te jepni përgjegje!

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For someone who doesn’t have the slightest clue about love, I sure as hell write a lot about it. Or maybe I do have a clue and it’s just the lack of experience that led me to write these words. I mean, you guys probably read stuff like that all the time without even noticing it. Or maybe you do notice it and you just chose to ignore it. Or, best case scenario, you already got it. Love. Unconditional, fulfilling love. In the worst case you had it and you lost it. There are different ways of losing stuff like that. And I call it “stuff” because I still think I have no idea what I’m talking about. Deep down I know I’m lying to myself, though.

So, what is it? The mystery of love. Maybe it’s the countless tv shows and that made me want it. Because, I do. I do want it. Or maybe it’s the novels I’ve read that made me believe that it is possible to have it. That epic love, that consumes you and touches your soul.

We gotta be honest now, who doesn’t want such a love like Damon and Elena? Spoiler alert; he loved her no matter what, even as she became a bloodsucking Vampire, even as she turned her humanity switch off. He loved her unconditionally. With all his heart, with all his being. He would die for her.

Most of my friends are married or engaged, they have a kid or two. I don’t know if they’re happy with the life they’re living or if they just settled because at my age you’re supposed to.

I don’t want to settle. I mean, I do, just not for the wrong reasons. I don’t want to feel obligated to say yes to a man just because I’m getting older or at my age I should have been married like centuries ago. I don’t want to settle for good enough. I want to know what love is. That kind of love you see in tv shows or read about in books. I want someone to kiss me and rock my world. I want someone to look at me and touch my soul. I want someone who takes me just the way I am, a little damaged, a little crazy. Lots of fun and sometimes bitchy. With stretch marks and no make up. Because I know ... I believe that it is out there. I believe that there is someone out there who would love me like Damon loves Elena. And I want it. I want it all.

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Manchmal braucht man einfach Abstand von jedem. Etwas Ruhe, um sich von dieser scheiß Welt mit ihren scheiß Menschen zu erholen. 

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God, how much I love Tumblr.

How much I love being able to express myself without fear that somebody might know me.

Being able to admit how much my heart hurts and how tired my soul feels without having anyone to ask me what is wrong.

It's good to have a place where no one judges you for what or who you are, and for how dark your thoughts are.

Thanks for that, Tumblr.

Your forever grateful member.