music makes me .

I listened to this song yesterday......I used to be so addicted to it.

When I heard it for the first time I couldn't even find the words to describe how it makes me feel...then yesterday, I realised that I still can't. It just makes me. I kind of started to write down how music makes me feel and ended up with a hilariously long list of stuff about how music makes me feel and what it makes me do or think. I could have gone on forever...so I just stopped trying to find the right words because whatever words I'd choose to describe it, they just wouldn't fit perfectly. Actually I think there are no words to frame the whole picture of how certain songs  make you feel and in how many ways they touch you at a time. Instead I share the music that makes me with you. Start your own list.

The original song is by Bobby Womack , I like this version performed by Aretha Franklin better. Take the time and listen to it with no distraction. Just LISTEN.


ARETHA FRANKLIN-THAT'S THE WAY I FEEL ABOUT CHA

 

I wish I had an instrumental of this version.

that first love

".....maybe your first love is the one that sticks with you because it's the only person who will ever receive all of you.

After that, you learn better. But most of all, no matter what, a piece of you forever remains left behind in the heart of the one you loved...this piece no future lover will ever get. That piece holds innocence, the belief that love really can last forever, it holds friendship and pain, trial and error, that one kiss you'll never forget and that night under the stars you can never get back. It holds youth and everything you thought would be, everything that was proven wrong." 

 

My First Love-Avant 

There's no reality except the one contained within us.

Herman Hesse is such a badass.I am reading this book at the moment,"Demian" . There is so much simple truth in it, that I keep marking pages and lines.I am not even half through it and the book already looks like a crazy coloured mess. Anyway, what I want to say is...it keeps me thinking. The following lines have been on my mind since I read them. I think in times where the influence of social networks like facebook and twitter on our everyday life is getting stronger ,we tend to lose the focus of whats real and what is not. I mean real like, true to yourself to your own opinion,to the things that YOU love and think. It's so easy to lose your focus between the tweets and listen to the voice of the "scene" instead to ones own.Tell me about it.

 


There is no reality except the one contained within us. That's why so many people live an unreal life. They take images outside them for reality and never allow the world within them to assert itself."

Hermann Hesse

 

Everything in life is art.What you do and how you do it. The way you love someone and how you dress. How you talk, your personality and your SMILE.What you believe in and ALL YOUR DREAMS.The way you drink your coffee and how you decorate your home.Your to do lists,the food you eat.How you party and how your writing looks.The way you wear your hair,the playlists you make and what you call them.And the way you feel.

Life is art.

There is no need, to be someone else, to play a role or to try to be something or someone different from who you are. You are your own piece of art and there is no one but you to decide how it should look. You don't even need to check how other pictures look, cause yours is just right the way you like it.Sure.....you have to find out what YOU like and what YOU want, maybe that's the most difficult part of it all. You can be whatever you wanna be, when you are true and honest to yourself.It's all within you, you just need to find it.

 

"All that is gold does not glitter,not all those who wander are lost."

J.R.R. Tolkien

 

Search.Grow.Find.Be.Shine.

Der lange arm des gesetzes und der long dong des finanzamt

Jedes Jahr der gleiche Mist...Ein Freund von mir meinte letztens " Du kannst alles machen, aber fick nicht mit Fickern". And that's exactly what it is mit den Steuern. 

Das Finanzamt ist der Oberfucker und wir sind seine Nutten, denn egal wie du es drehst, irgendwann steht der Mistkerl vor der Tür und sagt : Bitch better have my money! " 

Abturn.

desire

 

I want to...

color your lips with my kisses

warm the skin on your neck with my breath

run my fingertips across your collarbone

press my lips against your pulse

whisper your name, again and again

drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart

 

I want you so bad. What's your name?

L.

ich gruesse alle die ich kenne