The ability to love freely without fear.

Gutes Zitat von einem mir unbekannten Prof:

"Solange ein Mensch krank ist, hat er ein gewisses Umfeld, ein Handlungsmuster und kann sich orientieren. In dem Moment wo die Lösung eines Problems klar wird, bekommen die meisten Patienten Torschusspanik, denn die Lösung besagt aus dem alten System ausbrechen, gewohnte Muster ablegen, etwas NEUES anfangen, wovor die meisten Patienten ANGST haben."

Alter, ich bepiss mich grad.

Rammstein, but I don't have the money right now to drop by their current tour.
Also, Cemetary. And Dillinger Escape Plan, but I've already seen them live c:

I'm off to see Inglorious Basterds. ♥
:D
New fandom, y/y?

Gosh, what a question.

Of course I've been hurt by an animal.
Most of them tend to call themselves human beings.

I'll be away from the lovely Internet for some time, so this means HIATUS.
My father is going to revamp my own pc and he takes his time.
I lovez you all~

Happy birthday, my dear sarkasmuz!
I wish you lots of cake and presents and lovely crap. <3
Tehee.

Tagged by bitch_please
Firstly: People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blog and replace any question that they dislike with a new, original question. Secondly: Tag eight people. Don't refuse to do that. Don't tag who tagged you.

( und meine seele gehört dem teufel. und meine liebe gehört dir. und was das für uns bedeutet, wüsste ich manchmal gerne selber. )

The dark blue sea near Comino, a small isle of Malta. Made me think that human beings are waste poisoning this beautiful planet. I was a second from becoming a strong misantrophe, but then I realized that all my hatred would be totally wasteful, too.
So in this moment I stayed how I was, nearly shaking and crying, because I felt small, so small compared to the massive amounts of water and calm, very calm at the same time. All my problems, my body, my everything won't matter some time in the future.
And with salt in my lungs, I loved. I loved so much, I couldn't even grasp the concept of it. I felt electrified. In that moment, I died and was immediately reborn and nothing had felt better.
I know how this sounds. But it's true. It's true I found a piece of myself in between water and shaky footsteps.
None of the photos I took do the sea any justice, so I won't post one.

I FINALLY GOT MY DRIVER'S LICENCE. YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY :DDDD!
Fuck, I'm so relieved right now! 8DDDDDD

Happy Birthday, chani_atreides!
Ich wünsch' dir tolle Geschenke und genieß' deinen Tag :DDDD! ♥

EDIT: Look what I found from last year ...


Awesomecakes! I didn't even know anymore that this still exists x]

COMMUNITY PIMPIN'!
Haha, I joined apocalyptothon! Completely batshit insane, but so, so good.
It combines apocalyptic fics, written by given requests.
If you're in for ZOMBIE-BRAINZ!1!1oneone or nuclear war or I-don't-know-our-world-is-fucked-up, go for it. There's also a huge list of fandoms to choose from! Gogogogogogogo!

Also, off to take photos for my art course in school. Topic: "Meetings", -facepalm-, brb dressing myself up as a prositute!

Today might be the best and worst day.
I feel completely like shit. But today, I'll go to a concert by 'Letzte Instanz', which will hopefully distract me. I love this band so much.

Meme, tagged by lurasa
1) Write your lj username
2) Write your two favorite bands/artists at the moment (not overall, just currently)
3) Draw hearts
4) Write the name of your favorite person of all time
5) Write down your recently favored person
6) Tag 5 people to do this meme

Here we go: ( i took a blue disney felt-tip pen and made this. )

My German test didn't go so well. But most frankly, I don't really care, it was too little time anyway and I doubt anyone will get high marks.
Tomorrow, English is next.

I'm off to sew. I started working on a dress and it still needs a few fixes (I made it a little too big xD).
Have a lovely day!

ANGRYTIME, STARTING NOW:
1. Somehow I got lice. Okay, only 3, and only baby-lice ones, but someone around me must have a whooole population crawling on their head. Gosh, people! I also already cured myself with pesticide and shit and now I'm all dizzy & fuzzy & kind of high because of the lice-posion. D: My paranoia saved me, because I know how it feels to have them on your head, I already caught them in kindergarten twice. STUPID  ANIMALS. SUCK  ON  SOMEONE  ELSE.
2. My email stopped working. FUCK YOU PROVIDER FUCK YOU.
3. Stupid freaking German test on Monday, with waaay too much stuff. D:

That's it. D:

My head hurts, I had a bacardi-coke and now I feel like writing a rant.

I just finished browsing through SchuelerVZ, the German facebook clone.
And what the fuck is happening there?

I'm so fed up with this pseudo-intellectual shit spreading over profiles with no real content or whatsoever.

Fuck this. Fuck this so, so much!

You're not making yourself stand out or unique or what so the fuck ever by writing wannabe-like "deep" underground shit when you're just another face in the crowd that wears things everybody can get. Accept the fact that you're just another Indie kid gone bad somewhere in between with the feeling you don't belong anywhere properly. Your oversized glasses don't make you look cool. They make you look like a total ass.
Your poses are so forced to be spontaneous, they are awkward, my dear.

Little to no profile text at all, preferably a quote from some famous thinker, inventer or someone who died for his/her believes DOES NOT MAKE YOU COOL. GOT THAT? Hiding behind someone else's words. And I know you do that. It's not like you get it. You just use, abuse it.

And I'm disgusted, disgusted by the fact that you keep feeding your "pain" or whatever you would like to call it, that you can't handle yourself and you actually are afraid of yourself, just because it gives you the broken-doll-feel. That people are attracted to broken, lost people. This fucked up attraction.
Yes, that can be pretty, once in a while. But you lost it. You oversized it. You all do. They all do. You make yourself so individual by pushing yourself in groups, hating the outside world, because none of "them" gets you.

FUCK FUCK FUCK YOU. IN THE ASS. MORE THAN ONCE. SERIOUSLY.

Grow the fuck up. It's not always them. Get a fucking grip on reality. It's the "you"s that keep manipulating each other. Them is just the cream on top.
It's not the first time that I feel embarrassed for being part of a generation with no ideas of what to do with themselves. A generation of rotting, inner decaying people that pretend they don't give a shit when they actually deep, deep down in themselves do, but they prefer to stay the numb way because it's freaking easier to run than to face things.

Fuck you. Fuck you.

Hey, being superficial is in. I got that. Stay in the matrix.
And I've got my hands tied behind my back and anger in my stomach that I can't shove red pills down their throats to make them wake up. You're all wasting yourself away. And your potential and all the beauty you hold inside of you. And that makes me sad. In the simplest, easiest way. It makes me sad.

And sometimes, I'd love to punch these special ones half dead. With broken teeth and spitting blood. Saw-style, so they'd see what they have. But I also know, I'd never ever do that.

I know it's their choices, I know. But in this case, I don't think I can be bothered.
Sometimes this makes me hate people so, so much. Because all the fake screaming is too loud so that real cries often drown in the noize.

I guess I'm done here.

Haha, I sin a lot actually.
But lust is my dominating one. And honestly, I like it.