8.10.15 13:24

[remanence-of-love]

[thoughtkick]

“You never know how strong you are until being strong is the only choice you have.”

— Unknown

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[gedankenkram]

Man heult. Dann atmet man tief durch & denkt sich 'Ok, ich kann es nicht ändern, dann ist es jetzt halt so'. Dann denkt man eine Minute später wieder daran. Und man heult.

[sakshipanthri-blog]

[yourstarlightblog]

Grandma

Morning dear 

you will wake up without fear 

you will laugh about today 

so pure 

You will bring the flowers to grow

the birds will sing for you 

but your voice hasn’t a sound 

like the time of forever 

You are far away 

without you the world is an other place of shit.

[yourstarlightblog]

Light on 

here we will come 

the younger Generation 

with the fade of Cockiness 

the being of youth , naive

in the evening a cup of tea 

it isn't enough 

[yourstarlightblog]

Shutdown 

between all the lights 

between all the sounds of our time

between all the faces 

The tension makes itself wide

When comes the next jump?

I am to young?

For the look at the way 

for somebody who understands the chaos 

[yourstarlightblog]

Freedom begins in our heads not in our feets.

But while they are bound at our bodies 

our heads are free enough to think us to ervery place where we want to be.

[caseysilence]

Being locked up in a room isn't so bad if you've been locked up in your head for years.

w.s.w. // quarantine

[quotefeeling]

“Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony.”

— Mahatma Gandhi

[bookofkhidr]

“Anger is better. There is a sense of being in anger. A reality and presence. An awareness of worth. It is a lovely surging.”

— Toni Morrison, from The Bluest Eye

[weltenwellen]

Brené Brown, Daring Greatly

[silentwhore]

““Dear dad, I remember being a little girl and laughing at your silly jokes, your weird faces and your pranks. I remember how much fun it was having you around on the weekends. But Dad, I don’t remember a single moment where we had a meaningful conversation or a bond at all really. I remember the times of your addiction and the anger, the stumbling, the slurred words. I remember the hurtful things you would say especially about Mom. I remember the times you were sober when all you did was go to work and come back home just to isolate yourself in your room. I remember countless times asking you to teach me how to play the guitar so that we could spend some time together , but always hearing "i’m tired” or “i’m busy”. I remember having you around but i don’t ever really remember having a father. And now, Dad, I know why i hide behind humor and i close the best parts of me off from boys. Now i know why i don’t like getting close to people. It’s easier. That’s what you’ve shown me Dad. I’ve always wanted nothing more than a close relationship with you. I always looked up to you and i’ve always thought you were my hero. But all you’ve showed me was that you didn’t care. And that’s the only form of love i’m familiar with. The kind that doesn’t really love at all.”

— How can you have parents but not really have them at the same time?