Wie süß, er hat mir Schokolade vorbeigebracht.
Schokolade macht doch glücklich, hat er gesagt.
Nen SCHEISS macht Schokolade!
Hi. Ich weiß nicht, wer du bist. Aber ich weiß, dass es gut wird. Hi. Mein Name ist Mij.
Dienstag, 26. November 2013
Sonntag, 24. November 2013
my boyfriend's birthday
it always was and it will always be one of these stupid silly youth loves, that not even last until christmas.
i'm not angry…just sad. it's all just sad. you can't say, that you ever loved me. maybe you wanted me and you liked me, but you didn't love me. never.
they say, you were an asshole and that you don't deserve me and that you're not worth it. but i don't think so. you're no asshole, motherfucker! i like you. and maybe i love you. and i don't love no asshole. and that's what they always say. they always say, he didn't deserve her. but why wouldn't he? always he's the guilty one.
i guess, you don't really feel sorry for me, but that's okay. i can handle that. i can handle not being loved. i can handle being lied to. i can handle getting broken more and more. i can handle being me.
you don't feel sorry for me. i feel sorry for you, 'cause you let me go. that's a mistake, you're doing there, baby. a big mistake. you never know, what other guys would give, just to look me in the eye. and you let it go. you just let it go. mistake of your life, baby. mistake of you life.
maybe one day you'll regret all this. maybe. and maybe not.
i know, that you will always get the love you need by any girl. i just know it.
this didn't work, becaue you are you and i am me.
i'm not rihanna - i don't love the way you lie.
i'm not adele - i don't wish nothing but the best for you.
i'm not bruno mars - i wouldn't catch a grenade for ya.
i'm not lana del rey - i won't love you 'til the end of time.
i'm not god - but i forgive you though.
i am fucking me - i…damn, fuck off!
i'm not angry…just sad. it's all just sad. you can't say, that you ever loved me. maybe you wanted me and you liked me, but you didn't love me. never.
they say, you were an asshole and that you don't deserve me and that you're not worth it. but i don't think so. you're no asshole, motherfucker! i like you. and maybe i love you. and i don't love no asshole. and that's what they always say. they always say, he didn't deserve her. but why wouldn't he? always he's the guilty one.
i guess, you don't really feel sorry for me, but that's okay. i can handle that. i can handle not being loved. i can handle being lied to. i can handle getting broken more and more. i can handle being me.
you don't feel sorry for me. i feel sorry for you, 'cause you let me go. that's a mistake, you're doing there, baby. a big mistake. you never know, what other guys would give, just to look me in the eye. and you let it go. you just let it go. mistake of your life, baby. mistake of you life.
maybe one day you'll regret all this. maybe. and maybe not.
i know, that you will always get the love you need by any girl. i just know it.
this didn't work, becaue you are you and i am me.
i'm not rihanna - i don't love the way you lie.
i'm not adele - i don't wish nothing but the best for you.
i'm not bruno mars - i wouldn't catch a grenade for ya.
i'm not lana del rey - i won't love you 'til the end of time.
i'm not god - but i forgive you though.
i am fucking me - i…damn, fuck off!
Donnerstag, 14. November 2013
jarE'ach
Entfernung
ist ein Arschloch. Es ist ganz gleich, wie weit diese Entfernung ist.
Ihr da, von denen ich sieben Stunden mit dem Bus entfernt bin
(wooohoo, fühlt euch angesprochen), wegen euch ist Entfernung ein
Arschloch.
Du,
der ein paar Stadtteile von mir entfernt wohnt, was wohl einer der
Gründe ist, warum wir uns gar nicht mehr sehen (wooohoo, fühl dich
angesprochen), wegen dir ist Entfernung ein Arschloch.
Und
es gibt Menschen, die ich alle nie in meinem Leben kennenlernen
werde, ganz einfach, weil Entfernung so ein Arschloch ist.
Aber
ich habe noch einen Freund, er wohnt so weit von mir weg, wir können
nie miteinander reden, aber doch hört er mir immer zu.
Er
wohnt so weit von mir weg, dass wir uns noch nie treffen konnten und
doch sehe ich ihn mehrmals in der Woche.
Er
wohnt so weit weg, dass er mir nie einen Brief oder ein Päckchen
schicken könnte, aber trotzdem schickt er mir regelmäßig
Lichtpakete und sie kommen schnell und pünktlich an.
Paradox,
nicht?
Nun,
Ansichtssache, sage ich…
Montag, 11. November 2013
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