Western Wedding Wording

lina_ame @ 2009-03-12T01:08:00

"I want to go away and look for the summer. »

people. All around, flow past me, through me. It is often difficult to appear among them, and each new day begins with an inner struggle - I have a choice. Durchströhmen you leave - or to dive under them.
Each day begins in cotton candy clouds, sunrise in transparent, so thin and soft, and the cold can flourish my senses. And then we go: So many new people. New to me, I do not know what to think. Try to let it flow through me, and let it clear, pure water for me to be, yet so much is in them, you can never know in life, see, omit, this is one of them if you have a fine day is just a look into the eyes of one of them to break. Sometimes it is the chocolate curls girl the other day Peroxidqueen. And then He is there, and it's enough to last forever, simply because He is there because He gives me comfort when I threaten to break up the eyes of others. No, I can do it even, over and over again, and then I go home and get out the Bastelklebertube to get back to me again. see so many attempts to understand each einzellne, easy, to look to see what they are. I do not understand at all why people take me so easily upset. No, I do not hate you. I just do not understand if I am only weak or sensitive. And I want nothing more than just .... Well, remain a child. I will take responsibility, and bring something about, to eventually be proud of themselves can, I want to do my thing, but remain a child. It's enough for me to have people around me, even if they do not take me seriously, even if they are false and hypocritical, because they give me the assurance that it will always be such that at least something is changing - namely the constant flow around and through. So it will be - and I enjoy it invisible, to be insignificant among them.

Vicodin Before A Tattoo

lina_ame @ 2009-02-18T18:13:00

... Dreams. Hopes. Love. Nearby. Posted
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As I sat there last night, between the candles, not that was my first attempt to create something, a force that could help me. But again I could not ask for me. Just as there are no free wall in this room, so there is no free space in my heart to myself. It's all about friends ... Family, love, hope, intimacy, dreams.
When she had asked me only then I realized - yes, I had to give up what to write. One love.

And this morning when the sun tried to durchzuzwingen through the frosty pink this morning as it seemed to me as if I had dreamed it all. As if it had always been people who love me and care about me, people who are near me is important. People who need me. And only when it is purely flowed through the blinds, because I realized - I have to answer for everything myself.
A man needs nearby. Especially if it hurt, betrayed, destroyed. And there are friends who help him, help him cope with the pain. You are the one there.
But time passes. And gradually they turn away from him. Because you can not surround a sufferer for ever. People continue to live their lives. And he ... He remains alone. He could heal his wounds, bury the pain and continue to live with his friends. But he begins to sprinkle salt on the wounds, and does not understand that an injured person can be used by anyone. Eventually the time comes, and he throws everything, all attempts to regain the closeness of loved ones, and gives up.
Sometimes happens something else: Some have found something. One love. And he goes on an expedition he brobeirt, searching, finding, continues. And often he gets on the wrong track. And that friends are for. To rauszuhelfen. But often they fail. Or they forget to give. Then the usual, pain, struggle. Ultimately is to everybody who has been abandoned.

I fought. Long, but the time is not important. I almost lost my friend to recover just a friend. Funny, as long as I can stand still. And then I have played and seen taped friendship. Whether such a thing are like minded, solid friendship? I am worth something? Worthy?

Sometimes, as I wish I could go away. Elsewhere, out on the discovery, on travel. In order to figure out whether I am worthy to have friends who need me. Love me, really. With whom I can share everything, and what's more important - and I can do anything. Those who accept me and my love. Would not hold me here, I would go with the first warm day. I used to think, not a life as Einzellgänger is bad, but then I met Frank, Finja, Tess, Ksenja, Jennifer, Johnny, Alexei ... And saw how wonderful people are, I wanted to do everything. At first unconsciously. But then she came, the girl with curls and a heart that carries them to himself, dreamily so vulnerable, so. And then I knew what I want. I could give everything. But only I would have. I have seen that there is no point in chasing someone, which I'm going to the mind, with my friends. Although I am for something not even capable. Copied abandoned. I will not be violated. I will go out and injure or unnerve anyone.
And the worst thing is that I am doing my own suffering. It is disgusting and false. If I had to answer something, I should be to stand there and not complain. But it's damn hard. I have squandered my chance.
Right now everything is irrelevant, I will look new. Knowledge, love, dreams. I will strive for accuracy and reliability and responsibility. I'll be back live quiet lives, and hope quietly to myself that something happened - that I find friends. Friends. Maybe I am lovable and capable of friendship, maybe I will still be needed.

Relocation Cruises 2010

lina_ame @ 2009-01-08T22:26:00

When you awaken in the morning, you
cleans the teeth you intended,
annoyed with a few annoying pimples on your
sweet nose, go into the
kitchen to make you and your little sister
school bread, for you please without sausage,
drink, read the newspaper, go
out of the house, probably take your bike and
Fäh to the station, put a few determined
sleepy students on their eating,
and meet your lovely friends, laughing and looking forward you
with them because they love you, and you love it
.
If you wake up in the morning, what do you think
then? I have no idea because I have
you never asked, and you would nue
with me talking about it.

If you stand in the breaks at the other,
them laugh and times you lie down, laugh it
about you, but not because they gleefully
, but because they love you. You go often
past me without noticing me, and I look
behind you, while I my lungs
rape. Then you go to class, we see
us and exchanged a few words, but you know
not know what you should talk to me, and I just want you
only view. In class
I listen, as you listen and you are bored, and
then I will tell you any shit, just because I like to
would speak with you - just talk, listen
your voice, your attention getting
No Mo RIGHTS. After school, we say goodbye
often not - I think it's unnecessary, because it hurts.
I'm damn jealous of those who
go with you to your city, which you then 'goodbye'
may say, get your loving gaze.
What do you think when you go home again?
I have no idea, your thoughts laid
versiegeld under the curls, as the corpse wind
under the green roof of the sunniest deepest forest.
What do you think when you take your loved one in the arm? could
I was so happy for you that I draw. When the waves
the name written in the sand washed into the sea
, what have you been thinking? And that seems
Yesterday a story to be, but you never talk over yesterday, or the
of today - not so with me, probably it should be. But you do not see that I
burn slowly, why do you not understand that I may TRACE
nowhere, I will weaker every time.
Every morning I think I'm gonna say anything,
and every night I want to die because I have a word too much said, but
a word would be a word too much. That I look at you
, will be there for you, but your ignorance is
me a bit too much, I feel so ready, because I will
can not leave them alone, I should damal do in summer,
but I was again too weak, then I will die,
think not about to you, I hate you for it
you exist, that I must see you every day. Your sadness.
Seems as though if I would not give more, you were
a little bit happier. But your life has nothing to do with me
, I find no place for me in it because it
none. Maybe you can print it otherwise, perhaps one should say
simply nothing, but you can understand, then,
that I can not do without you? I can not bear to see you
and understand that I do not purely belong to your life
. But perhaps you would be happier if
would give me for you. And I hope that if it
micht no more, that you still can remember me.


If you read it, do not call me, I do not say a word,
forget me and ... Please be happy, but I burn. Verbally. .

Find Radius Of Curvature In Bimetallic

lina_ame @ 2008-10-22T18:08:00

you believe me? I'm afraid ... And my intuition tells me it's over.
know And you think I'm quite calm ... Imagine how I go alone and lonely Walking through my brightly-painted life without you by my side. My life is the Metro, people get in, take a piece get off. I look at all the passengers, try emir to get a picture of them and their lives put in front of me what they think fühlen.Und drive on.
If I take the tram, I hope, generally, that this ride never ends. No matter where I go. And I love to sit in relation to you, and life seems in slow motion - the pictures whizzing past you, and you look out the window with a view with which you would probably watch a video of your life . And then you notice my eyes and look back. And then time stands still. For infinity.
you know ... Once I've given up the love. And thought, it remains that way forever. And then you have entered into my life. Have you sat down opposite me, and your head leaning against the painted from the outside window pane. I've never been great about it thought about what I feel for you - it was so obvious that you're there, have always given me a sense of security, I knew that you need me and this certainty the meaning of my life identified. I've made me think about what I feel for the others, but not for you. And now I see why.
Strange, when you have lost something forever noted you what it has identified for the one. As if it was all already, and I'm sorry I did not appreciate that I have you. Suddenly I realized what it was. Maybe it was the happiest months of my life. And now I can, without question it worthy for me is to think - I love only you.

I will probably make anything to be back alone. But I do not know what happened to me when you're gone.