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Ich bin getaggt

Ich wurde getaggt von Beatrix 

1.Wie fühlst du dich gerade?                                                                              Glücklich und müde.

2.Wieso hast du Tumblr?                                                                                 Weil es hier viele tolle Leute gibt.

3.Was würdest du dir für 100€ kaufen?                                                         Konzertkarten vermutlich. Vielleicht auch Klamotten.

4.Was willst du in deinem Leben erreichen?                                                   Glücklich zu sein und jemanden zu finden mit dem ich glück sein kann. 5.Wo hälst du dich am liebsten auf?                                                                      In meinem Zimmer oder in der Hängematte auf unserem Balkon. 6. Aktuelles Lieblingslied?                                                                                      Exactly the right place von Finn Butler. 7.Was tust du, wenn du einen Penner auf dem Weg sitzen siehst?              Falls ich genau Geld dabei habe kaufe ich ihnen manchmal Wasser oder ein Brötchen, das ist glaube ich das beste was man tun kann. 8.Single, verliebt, vergeben?                                                                       Verliebt, mal glücklich,mal unglücklich aber immer verliebt. 9.Wie sieht dein Zimmer aus?                                                                                Groß und unordentlich. 10.Was ist dein Lieblingskleidungsstück?                                                           Mein blau-grüner Pulli oder mein dunkelblaues Yak-Yak-Yak-Yak-Yak-T-Shirt.  11.Beschreibe dich mit einem Wort.                                                                       Seltsam.

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For Finn  who is my biggest inspiration. And we share names.

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I feel so lost and alone.

Like I´m drowning and nobody helps me.

Like I´m screaming and nobody hears me.

Like being in the dark and I can´t find the light.

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I always thought love is an emotion.

That feeling you get when you think of a special person.

It feels like someoneis sitting in you heart and is throwing around with cups full of burning-hot tea.

But when  I see my granparents and their relationship I think love must be more of a concept.

You give love to someone and get love back. You give care to someone and get care back.

Love is in a strange way similar to safety.

They hold their partner just in existing and being around them.

And if that´s love I never really felt love. And I´m afraid I never will.

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Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water. And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes you cannot even breathe deeply, and the night sky is no home, and you have cried yourself to sleep enough times that you are down to your last two percent, but

nothing is infinite, not even loss.

You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day you are going to find yourself again.  

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