26. Februar 2015

Why stress over someone that
won't even text to see if you're
alright?

24. Februar 2015

Mark Twain

Jeder Mensch ist ein Mond und hat eine dunkle Seite,
die er niemandem zeigt.

15. Februar 2015

Daya Bhuteshu

No matter in what life we start,
soulmate,
in the end i’ll still hold the end
of the red twine
to your
heart;
leading yours to mine.
to not forget myself
when the morning comes,
and
to not lose myself
when the night comes

Spencer Reid, Criminal Minds

Evil can't be scientifically defined. It's an illusory moral concept
that doesn't exist in nature.
Its origins and connotations have been
inextricably linked to religion and mythology.

13. Februar 2015

Drake

Anytime you're afraid to try some new shit...
just remember,
amateurs built the ark,
professionals built the Titanic.

12. Februar 2015

Henry Rollins

I don’t want people to matter to me too much. Sometimes it hurts too much to think about them. Ones you love who don’t love you, ones who are dead or hate you, ones who you think about but never get to be with. I like people but when I get too close, it fucks me up and I can’t get things done.

11. Februar 2015

"Lurk" by The Neighbourhood

I want to be honest
I want to be bad
I want to destroy you
I want to move fast
I want the attention
I want all the cash
I want all the ass
Is it too much to ask?

I want to be faithful
I want to be raw
I want to be ignorant
I want to know it all
I want to die someday
I want to live long
I want what I ask for
I get what I want

( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o6V5Rv6aSnM )
Choose me or lose me. I'm not a back-up plan and definitely not a second choice.
You have to learn to say no without feeling guilty. Setting boundaries is healthy. Respecting and taking care of yourself are crucial in life.

Olivia Benson, Law & Order

Arousal does not mean consent.

7. Februar 2015

I do not spew profanities. I enunciate them clearly, like a fucking lady.

4. Februar 2015

vellichor

n.// the strange wistfulness of used bookstores, which are somehow infused with the passage of time—filled with thousands of old books you’ll never have time to read, each of which is itself locked in its own era, bound and dated and papered over like an old room the author abandoned years ago, a hidden annex littered with thoughts left just as they were on the day they were captured.

- The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrow

liberosis

n.// the desire to care less about things—to loosen your grip on your life, to stop glancing behind you every few steps, afraid that someone will snatch it from you before you reach the end zone—rather to hold your life loosely and playfully, like a volleyball, keeping it in the air, with only quick fleeting interventions, bouncing freely in the hands of trusted friends, always in play.

- The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrow

3. Februar 2015

"Diary" by Chuck Palahniuk

It’s so hard to forget pain, but it’s even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.
Date someone who will tap 
your butt playfully and do
the dishes with you after 
dinner.

Date someone who knows 
the power of running their 
hands through your hair.

Date someone who wants 
you to succeed as much as 
they want their own success.

Date someone who knows
how you take your coffee 
and what cheers you up.

Date someone who you can 
be independent from but still 
look forward to reuniting 
with.

"The Truth About Growing Up A Woman" by Michelle K.

As women, we are taught to be tiny. To have small bodies, to never be imposing. The ideal of our gender are thin and childlike, hairless and dainty. We are defined by our bodies; defined by our control over them. We are taught to obsess over our physicality and to be repulsed by our desires and intelligences.
We are taught to walk scared late at night. We cradle our keys between our perfectly manicured fingers, walking gracefully like a baby antelope in a herd of lions. That our virginity defines our character. That I am a frigid bitch if I do not fuck him, and a dirty slut if I do.

1. Februar 2015

"100 Love Sonnets" by Pablo Neruda

I love you as
certain dark things
are to be loved,
in secret, between
the shadow and
the soul.