fashionweak.

I bought myself flowers
rolled a joint for late hours
now reading a few pages
and doing my nails
listening to Lauryn
not checking my mails.
I didn't have enough of the right thing
and too much of the wrong,
for just a second too long.
There's this thing about wrong and right,
they always come together, like they're tight or some shit
like all the wrong people, sit in the right places
and a right thing becomes wrong once you start to chase it.
As for me and for that matter, I tend to look for the right thing in all the wrong spots
and I've learned, as right and wrong go hand in hand
that in this world you better, know exactly where you stand - and for what
but to be honest, right now I'd rather fall
just like Lauryn in my speakers - so that nothing even matters at all.

sweatpants.

I'm still wearing your sweatpants
though our love turned out to be a dead end
and on days like this the scars of your love remind me of us
and keep me thinking that we almost had it all.
We could have had it all
is what Adele would say, but
I'm a hustler baby,
that's what Pharrell would say.
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Mayday.

Dancing in the streets - confetti on the streets

thats the Berlin way - to start the May

Berlin Kreuzberg 1.05.2012

a place to lay your heart.

On the run


towards aspirations


overcoming


temptations


transformation


mind on


constant rotation


no time for


hesitation


or frustration.


Focus - drive - motivation


EXPECTATIONS.


Better than the last


faster  then the next


trying to think less complex.


Smarter - harder - fresher


pressure.


Them - we - when ?


Me.


It's alright, I got this, but you know what would be nice?
To put this head to rest
on a soft chest
just once a week.
Or maybe twice. 

until vs it's over

songs in my head

things that's been said

ways I did you wrong

selfishness vs moving on

emptiness vs holding on

moving forward vs staying true

me being me vs you being you

this hate me hold me  is killing us slowly

and the easy way out is not in our hands

we keep spinning around, not making sense

I guess the reason why love in us survives

is precisely because it isn't wise

digital love.


You remind me of music

my mind's spinning around being exclusive

you are trippin me out, boy no doubt

The nature of this thing is yet to be defined

'cause it's beauty sleeps between the lines

wakey wakey rise and shine

in the meantime, I get high on the beauty of your mind.

Somewhere 'tween overdose and detox

you make me wanna flood your inbox

with picturesof my naked self

labeled with the titles from my mind's shelf

no shame in my game

as long as I am falling asleep, thinking your name

I knooooow it's ridic, but this thing I can't fight.

Believe me. I've tried

you know that I am addicted to you, right?

A medley of strangeness and intimacy

feat. digital sensuality

is playing on my mind. Repeatedly.

It borders on felony to make this become reality

but  I'm thinking: actually,

if a probable illusion causes that much confusion

and also seems to form a band

too strong to be broken without hands

....ah well whatever whatever whatever

gooood,  girl just get it together!

All I really wanted to say

is that I've been touched in an incomparable way.

You inspire me.

Can someone please just keep an eye on me ?

ich gruesse alle die ich kenne