Happy Birthday. Because of youThe tears dead in my eyesThey freeze until I’m blindThe eyes a gift from you Because of youThe scratches on my faceWill never be erasedBy someone else’s warmth Because of youThe boys will always sayThe bitch is back againSo none of you are save Because of youThe winter feeds my heartWhile summer blows and burnsMy disappearing youth My love is goneNever...
Flowers are life. I want more life.
If nothing goes, you have to go.
My ego might not be my biggest enemy, but for sure it’s one of the strongest.
Dreaming about death makes me fell alive.
Keeping an empty inbox is hard.
Cleaning up feels good. Especially if you yourself feel so messy inside. It’s a bummer cleaning up your life is not so easy.
Sometimes, if you feel lost, it’s a good thing to get lost for real and find new paths.
One of my favorite songs from the first AMK record. Some weeks ago I saw The Women. First time our eyes met in three years. What a weird moment. And she looked angry … I’m sorry Pocahontas, and I hope you know that. An der Haltestelle stehenUnd es tut weh dich schon wieder so, wieder zu sehenUnd es tut wehDas wir gleich wieder gehenUnd es tut weh dass man sich nur siehtWeil bei mir so...
Working with people that don’t really have a clue about your profession but forced to interfere anyway, is very, very exhausting.