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„Ja es ist alles gut!“ ist doch nicht die Wahrheit. Es ist eine Aussage, dass man sich an die negativen Dinge angepasst hat und man Nichts anderes erwartet. Deswegen und nur deswegen ist alles gut. Die Situation ist es nicht.

Immer das getan was du von mir wolltest.

Immer so gewesen wie du mich wolltest.

Immer ängstlich vor den eigenen Fehlern.

Immer war ich nie genug.

Und heute bin ich erwachsen und weiß immer noch nicht wer ich bin.

- Hommella

Ich habe mein Leben verloren!

Mein Leben wurde mir gestohlen,… die Name der Übeltäter sind:

“Alltag”, “Verantwortung”, “Pflichten”, “keine Zeit mehr für mich”

und sie wurden alle angeführt von “Du”.

metaphorformetaphor:

“This lingering pain, which I have carried for years.”

Faiz Ahmad Faiz, from “Our Relationship,” Memory (Vudya Kitaban Forlag, 1987)

ablackwing-archive-blog:

“where were you when I was still kind?”

Gregory Alan Isakov (viawhitefencefigment)

andr0leda: it all comes down to blood

andr0leda:

it all comes down to blood


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noorshirazie:

“Tell me of the wounds that never close. Your smile cannot stitch together the many gashes you have endured. You have learned to live in pieces.”

Noor Shirazie

pridefulsuggestion:

aren’t tragedy and glory the same thing?

metamorphesque:

 ― Han Kang, The White Book

[ text ID: I hold nothing dear. Not the place where I live, not the door I pass through every day, not even, damn it, my life. ]

When or if or everwill heturn his head to me?Can hebe willed to, the wayI can wish ill on an enemyan

When or if or ever
will he
turn his head to me?

Can he
be willed to, the way
I can wish ill on an enemy

and watch it strike? No, see
spite is so much
easier than love, heavy

but I can hold it,
more stone
than water, more why

than how. And how could I
call him
and by what name

to make him stumble
and slow?—
or better, prefer me

to the vanishing
point, horizon, color
which exists

only from a great distance
between
my voice and the song

he pursues. Oh
he grows old
ahead of me, he grows so

the same (refrain, refrain).
He does not turn
his head to me, he will not turn again.


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