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now i’m too scared to call just to see how you’ve been 
something tells me that i was happier
when you told me what to do

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August 22 2014

I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore.

— Marguerite Duras, from Hiroshima, Mon Amour

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August 22 2014

Take this with a cigarette and beer to go and you’ll almost forget Berlin is freaking 10 degrees cold and the fact that you’re wearing a trench coat and scarf in the late mid of August.

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August 20 2014


I just sat at the subway stop “Stadtmitte” for like 15 minutes in the middle of the night. I was out and around in Kreuzberg with friends, and needed to go back meet my man for a few beers at Eberswalder (serious shit to talk about. Gah what an outlook.)
And while I was sitting there, I watched two or maybe three couples that were clearly on their first (or third) date say goodbye to each other. I don’t know it was just something about the way they moved towards each other that caught my eye. Or the song of Incubus’ that played in my ears. Anyways, I watched. And I noticed that every, every single one of the women left behind with just so much as a good night peck on the lips, had this big stupid fucking grin on their face that I just know all to well- or used to know, really. They all almost instantly- as soon as the guy in question was out of sight- collected their smart phone out of their purse and texted their best friend/sister/mom/whatever with that exact wide bright smile on their face- the one that just goes… without explaining.
And in that moment, I remembered that I used to wear that smile on my face on a daily basis a whole while back.
And I remembered just how serious the shit is that I have to talk about with my man.

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August 17 2014

Hi there. I can do selfies without the duckface, too. Well once in a while…

Hi there. I can do selfies without the duckface, too. Well once in a while…

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August 16 2014

How Berlin has ruined living anywhere else | 07.08.2014

"In Berlin, people are weird. And I mean that in a good way. They don’t care how much money you have, what car you drive or what clothes you wear. No matter how different Berlin’s residents are, they manage what so many societies are after: peaceful coexistence."

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August 16 2014

Sometimes I picture all your fingers
Sometimes they’re crawling down my spine
Sometimes they’re buttoning your jacket
Sometimes you’re far but you’re still mine

I know I go in circles
I know the window panes bring only rain and not your face


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August 13 2014

‘You don’t actually get over things… you incorporate them. They become part of everything you are. I don’t mean that you walk about crying all the time. But you change.’

— When You’re Falling, Dive: Lessons in the Art of Living, by Mark Matousek  

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August 13 2014

My heart slams against my ribs when I think of the slaughtered nights I spent all over the world waiting to feel your touch.

— Henry Rollins 

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August 13 2014

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August 12 2014

Everything has changed and yet, I am more me than I’ve ever been.

— Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You  (via petrichour)

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August 12 2014

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August 12 2014