It doesn't take much.

She did not need much, wanted very little.

A kind word, sincerity, fresh air, clean water, a garden, kisses, books to read, sheltering arms, a cosy bed, and to love and be loved in return.



allein, allein

I like drinking coffee alone and reading alone.
I like riding the bus alone and walking home alone, it gives me time to think and set my mind free.
I like eating alone and listening to music alone.
But when I see a mother with her child, a girl with her lover, or a friend laughing with their best friend, I realize that even though I like being alone, I don’t fancy being lonely. T
he sky is beautiful, but the people are sad.
I just need someone who won’t run away.

ah la la la la long

that feeling

when a song you haven’t heard in ages

comes on and you know every single word in the chorus

Hope there's someone.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Luirzce0UF8

I really do.

Looking out for him. Over and over again.

There he was. The man of my dreams. Nr. 37.
Over and over again I'm looking out for the man of my dreams.
Over and over again I'm disappointed because he's not the one I was looking for. Not the one who's compatible with me. Not the match to my own weirdness.
I fall in love so quickly. Our eyes meet and right after I feel my heart beating faster.
Yeah, it needs a little talk, some eyes meeting and I'm falling for the guy.
Maybe this time it works out. Maybe not.
Let's hope for the best.
I want my fairytale. I deserve it.

Save me.

"Was wenn der schöne Prinz nie aufgetaucht wäre? Hätte Schneewittchen ewig in dem gläsernen Sarg geschlafen? Oder wäre sie irgendwann aufgewacht, hätte den Apfel ausgespuckt, sich einen Job und eine Krankenversicherng gesucht und sich ein Baby von einer Samenbank in ihrer Nähe zugehelgt?
Ich kam nicht um die Frage herum: Steckte in jeder selbstbewussten, ehrgeizigen Singlefrau nicht doch eine zarte, zerbrechliche Prinzessin, die darauf wartete gerettet zu werden? Hatte Charlotte Recht? Wollen Frauen einfach nur gerettet werden?"

Carrie Bradshaw

Someday we'll know.

“When we were five, they asked us what we wanted to be when we grew up. Our answers were things like astronaut, president, or in my case… princess.

When we were ten, they asked again and we answered – rock star, cowboy, or in my case, gold medalist. But now that we’ve grown up, they want a serious answer. Well, how ’bout this: who the hell knows?!

This isn’t the time to make hard and fast decisions, its the time to make mistakes. Take the wrong train and get stuck somewhere chill. Fall in love – a lot. Major in philosophy ’cause there’s no way to make a career out of that. Change your mind. Then change it again, because nothing is permanent.

So make as many mistakes as you can. That way, someday, when they ask again what we want to be… we won’t have to guess. We’ll know.”

Sometimes I still miss you.

seeking for something I don't even know

und dann sitze ich hier, close to tears.
eine innere traurigkeit, ein nicht-angekommen-sein, longing for something I can't describe.
wo bist du? who am I?
das alleine-sein geniessen, but still alone.
ich warte. is there something more?

How can I begin anything new with all of yesterday in me?

Does she love you like I used to love you?

Be courageous.

I wish I had the courage not to fight and doubt everything…
I wish, just once, I could say,
‘This. This is good enough. Just because I choose it.’

— Chuck Palahniuk, Choke

We had the right love at the wrong time.

Ich hab manchmal Heimweh. Ich weiss nur nicht wonach.

What would you do if you weren't afraid?

we were much too young to love each other this way

there's a girl in my mirror, I wonder who she is

if I could I would tell her not to be afraid.

this loneliness will fade.

love will find you like before.

do you remember me like I remember you?

dreaming every night..

“I don’t know you. The only thing I know about you is, you’re reading this. I don’t know if you’re happy or not; I don’t know whether you’re young or not. I sort of hope you’re young and sad. If you’re old and happy, I can imagine that you’ll smile to yourself when you hear me going, he broke my heart. You’ll remember someone who broke your heart, and you’ll think to yourself, Oh yes, I remember how that feels. But you can’t, you smug old git. Oh you’ll remember feeling sort of pleasantly sad. You might remember listening to music and eating chocolates in your room, or walking along the embankment on your own, wrapped up in a winter coat and feeling lonely and brave. But can you remember how with every mouthful of food it felt like you were biting into your own stomach? Can you remember the taste of red wine as it came back up and into the toilet bowl? Can you remember dreaming every night that you were still together, that he was talking to you gently and touching you, so that every morning when you woke up you had to go through it all over again?”

- Nick Hornby -

and as you move on..

remember me

remember us

and all we used to be