Day 05 - A song that reminds you of someone



Thinking about our younger years, where there were only you and me.
We were young, wild and free. But now, there's nothing.

Day 04 - A song that makes you sad




It's my heart you're stealing
It's my heart you take
It's my heart you're dealing with
And it's my heart you'll break

It's my heart you're taking
It's breaking bit by bit
It's my heart you're dealing with
But you don't know about it

If you'd feel like I feel
And if you'd know what I know
I don't think you'd ever play me
I know you'd never play me

dieses lied bedeutet mir sehr viel. jedoch macht es mich immer wahnsinnig traurig, weil es mich an die zeit erinnert, in der ich es immer und immer wieder gehört habe.

Day 03 - A song that makes you happy



I'm anything but happy at the moment....aber dieses lied schafft es immer wieder mich aufzubauen und erinnert mich an liebe menschen!:)

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Day 02 - Your least favorite song


wuuuäääh....ich finde sie schrecklich! und dieses lied ist der gipfel!

*my love to melodies and rhythm*

Day 01 - Your favorite song:

dumme dumme dumme frage. werde sie nie beantworten können! im moment aber dieses tolle stück:

You’re only a memory now. A memory of what I wanted, of what I got, of what I gave away and of what I’d do anything to get back

I’m ready to let go, move on, be happy, but there’s always this little shred of "Well maybe he’ll want me tomorrow.” You know what I mean.

*...sometimes the past catches up with u, whether u want it or not*

That's my fear: I've lost something very important and I can not find it...and I need it. It's this fear like if someone lost his glasses and went to the glasses store and they told him, that the world had run out of glasses and he would just have to do without.

I want you

I hope you don’t mind me saying,
I think you’re lovely.
I hope you don’t mind me staying,
because I might never leave.

*I never loved u enough to hate u*

"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love” which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."

— St. Augustine

*I'm lost...in dreams and reality*

Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that’s all.

"Some things, however, are true no matter how hard you might try to block them out, and a lie is always a lie, no matter how prettily told. Some doors, once they’re opened, can never be closed again, just as some trust, once it’s been lost, can never be won back."

*sometimes....bigger is better*

*stars that clear have been dead for years, but the idea just lives on*

love me like I need to be loved

tired.


hurt.


empty.


lost.

*Some of us are not build for being loved*

Those that go searching for love, only manifest their own loveless ness. And the loveless never find love, only the loving find love. And they never have to seek for it.(D. H. Lawrence)

*You are calm and symmetry and i’m an empty hole*

Oh, innocent victims of Cupid,
Remember this terse little verse;
To let a fool kiss you is stupid,
To let a kiss fool you is worse. ( E. Y. Harburg)


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*The worst way to miss someone is to have them right next to you and to know you can never have them.*

Sometimes I'm sad for no reason. Or maybe it's just everything at once and my subconcious feels it, but I don't. I'll hear a beautiful song and cry or read an amazing book and just want to be alone. I'll see graffiti on a wall and think of all the love the world is missing.

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*how can you love me when I'm ugly?

It's OK