Nobody tells this to people who are beginners. I wish someone had told me. All of us who do creative work, we get into it because we have good taste. But there is this gap. For the first couple years you make stuff, it's just not that good. It's trying to be good, it has potential, but it's not. But your taste, the thing that got you into the game, is still killer. And your taste is why your work disappoints you. A lot of people never get past this phase, they quite. Most people I know who do interesting, creative work went through years of this. We know our work doesn't have this special thing that we want it to have. We all go through this. And if you are just starting out or you are still in this phase, you gotta know that it's normal and the most important thing you can do is do a lot of work. Pu yourself on a deadline so that every week you finish one piece. It's only by going through a volume of work that you will close that gap, and your work will be as good as your ambitions. And I took longer to figure out how to do this than anyone I've ever met. It's gonna take a while. It's normal to take awhile. You just gotta fight your way through.

-Ira Glass-

I'm so close to saying 'fuck it' and giving up.

I think everyone has a certain point of their life where they truly wish they could freeze time. Whether it was three years ago, today, or still to come. Whether it was just a moment, a whole day or a whole year. Everyone has a time in their life where they wish everything would just stop. The world would stop turning and the people would stop changing because to them, at the time everything was perfect. 

I guess after a while of ignoring, we get tired of being angry, and instead we feel sad. We get reminded once in a while why we're not talking in the first place, but there comes a point where there's no more anger, just disappointment.

I wish you were here.

Fear.

There is much to be afraid of in this World. But what we fear has nothing to do with gruesome masks or plastic spiders or lifelike monsters. No it's the thoughts in our head that teriffy us the most. What if she comes to regret her decision. ? What if he really is unhappy. ? What if the chans for love has past forever. ? How do we conquer these terrifying thoughts. ? We start by reminding ourselves what does not kills us, just make us stronger. 

Cry. Cry. Cry.

Do you ever feel breaking down ? Do you ever feel out of place ? Like somehow you just don't belong and no one understands you. Do you ever wanna runaway ? Do you lock yourself in your room ? with the radio on turned up so loud. That no one hears your screaming ? WELCOME TO MY LIFE. !

Words hurt.

Das verstehen einige ja nicht.

        Boy: | Girl:

        I saw her today | I say him today

 It seems like it's been forever | I wonder if he still cares

         She looks better than before | I couldn't stop staring at him

             I asked how things are going | I askes about his new girlfriend  

    I'd picked her over any girl I'm with | He's probably really happy now 

I can't even look at her who crying | He couldn't even look at me

     I told her I miss her | He did'nt mean it

                        I mean it | He doesn't mean it 

                                   I love her | He loves his new Girlfriend 

         I held her for the last time | He gave me a friendly hug 

         Then I went home and cried | Then I went home and cried

            I lost her | I love him.

Rawr.

Sweet.

She is beautiful.

Sweetheart.

Lilly mein kleiner Schatz. <3
Arw, du bist Zucker süß und auch wenn wir uns manchmal echt ankotzen, liebe ich dich trotzdem. c:

Life.

Take chances. Tell the truth. Date someone totally wrong for you. Say no. Spend all your cash. Get to know someone random. Be random. Say i love you. Sing out loud. laugh at stupid jokes. Cry. Apologize. Tell someone how much they mean to you. Tell a jerk what you think. laugh till your stomach hurts. Live life. Regret nothing.

Words mean more than you think.

You can say sorry a milion times, say i love you as much as you want, say whatever you want, whenever you want. But if you're not going to prove that the things you say are true, then don't say anything at all. Because if you can't show it, your words don't mean a thing.

You're not like all the rest.

I've learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is be someone who can be loved. The rest is up to them. I've learned that no matter how much I care, some people just don't care back. And it's not the end of the world.

She's broken.

I locked a door, a rusty razor, a towel stained with red. A folded note, a broken mirror, and young girl lays there dead. Their emotions tangle, the room begins the swirl. She was Mommy's perfect angel, and Daddy's little girl.

We are alone, but Happy. 

Smile, you are beautiful.

It Fucking hurts.

Eventually, you just give up on everything. Like the friends who can't keep their word, and always having someone to go to with things, and the thought of ever seeing you again. Then you stop calling people back or they even stop calling you altogether then they don't bother to come around anymore. And absolutely every bone in your body begins to ache every fucking second, every fucking day.

Love.

I want to wake up next to you, eat breakfest with you, get changed with you, play computer games with you, watching movies with you in bed, hold your hand and watch Tv, send you cute texts, buy you gifts, nap together, wear your comfy hoody when I'm cold, look into your eyes, be with you at sunrise and sunset, cook for you, walk in the rain with you, snuggle in bed, mess up your hair, kiss you goodnight.

Erster Blog. (:

Hallo. c:

Also das ist mein erster Blog und ich hoffe er wird euch gefallen. c:
Ich werde immer mal was hier reinschreiben, oder einfach Bilder reinstellen.
Seit nicht so streng mit den Kommentaren. o:

Hade Nicole. :*