Me, Every Fucking Day Even Though I'm Getting Decent Grades With Not Too Much Effort. :D

I

don’t think. anymore.

Aotearoa

Überall war ich schon, doch nichts reicht an dich heran.

Ich vermisse dich, du sanfte, grausame, unzähmbare Schönheit! An diesem Tage mehr, als je zuvor.

Komm zurück zu mir und mach, dass ich wieder fröhlich bin. Öffne mein Herz und lass Wonne heraus. Blute mich aus, so es sein muss.

Wo ist diese Leichtigkeit? Wer hat sie mir genommen?

Ach wie schön ist Panama.

Something tapped me on the shoulder Something whispered, "Come with me," "Leave the world of men behind you, "Come where care may never find you "Come and follow, let me bind you "Where, in that dark, silent sea, "Tempest of the world n'er rages; "There to dream away the ages, "Heedless of Time's turning pages, "Only, come with me." "Who are you?" I asked the phantom, "I am rest from Hate and Pride. "I am friend to king and beggar. "I am Alpha and Omega, "I was councilor to Hagar "But men call me suicide. "I was weary of tide breasting, Weary of the world's behesting, And I lusted for the resting As a lover for his bride. And my soul tugged at its moorings And it whispered, "Set me free. "I am weary of this battle, "Of this world of human cattle, "All this dreary noise and prattle. "This you owe to me." Long I sat and long I pondered, On the life that I had squandered, O'er the paths that I had wandered Never Free. In the shadow panorama Passed life's struggles and its fray. And my soul tugged with new vigor, Huger grew the phantom's figure, As I slowly tugged the trigger, Saw the world fade swift away. Through the fogs old Time came striding, Radiant clouds were 'bout me riding, As my soul when gliding, gliding, From the shadow into day.

The Tempter by Robert E. Howard

President of the United States of America. I never thought there would be a president so miserably failing at his job, George Bush jr. looks like an accomplished statesman.

A must-watch: MSNBC’s Stephanie Ruhle reminds everyone of the known sexual assault accusations against Donald Trump, one by one, in detail.

This time last year, I could have told you who I was, and who I was going to spend the rest of my life with. Twelve months have passed and now all I’m sure about… is that it’s December again.

rhymingtherapy, writing prompt #72, write about December (via wnq-writers)

Love without desire, or conditions, or limits—a pure and radiant glow in the heart that could make me giddy and sad and glorious all at once. Where does it go? Why, in all their experiments, did the Magi never try to capture the purity in a bottle? Perhaps it is lost to us when we become sexual creatures, and no magic can bring it back.

Lamb - the gospel according to Biff

Writing shitty poetry and posting stupid stuff on tumblr instead of writing her. Look who’s making progress!

Like looking into a mirror!

Alles war umsonst

Ich war von Arbeit und Studium eingespannt, abgenervt, ausgebrannt. Ich habe es verpasst und als ich vor wenigen Minuten ein neues Album von Friedrich erblickte, war ich ganz aufgeregt. Kopfhörer rein, Album aufgelegt... WHAT WHAT WHAAAAT? <_< Ich verbrenne dann mal meinen Prinz Porno Hoodie. Das Feature von Mark Forster ließ schon böses erahnen, aber das. Nein. Ich weigere mich. Friedrich Kautz, du hast mich enttäuscht.