Friday 28 January 2011

Sunday 16 January 2011

Sunday 9 January 2011

Saturday 8 January 2011

Thursday 6 January 2011

Tuesday 4 January 2011

HENRY ROLLINS

“You are beautiful like demolition. Just the thought of you draws my knuckles white. I don’t need a god. I have you and your beautiful mouth, your hands holding onto me, the nails leaving unfelt wounds, your hot breath on my neck. The taste of your saliva. The darkness is ours. The nights belong to us. Everything we do is secret. Nothing we do will ever be understood; we will be feared and kept well away from. It will be the stuff of legend, endless discussion and limitless inspiration for the brave of heart. It’s you and me in this room, on this floor. Beyond life, beyond morality. We are gleaming animals painted in moonlit sweat glow. Our eyes turn to jewels and everything we do is an example of spontaneous perfection. I have been waiting all my life to be with you. My heart slams against my ribs when I think of the slaughtered nights I spent all over the world waiting to feel your touch. The time I annihilated while I waited like a man doing a life sentence. Now you’re here and everything we touch explodes, bursts into bloom or burns to ash. History atomizes and negates itself with our every shared breath. I need you like life needs life. I want you bad like a natural disaster. You are all I see. You are the only one I want to know.”

Man kann mich unmöglich vergessen, aber man kann sich nur sehr schwer an mich erinnern.

Monday 3 January 2011

New Year's Eve











and I was dancing the whole way home


I, I fell in love,
I fell in love last night
and I was dancing the whole way home
I fell in love,
I fell in love last night
and I was dancing the whole way home

sound of the night

(you know, it's for you)

So this one goes out to all the best friends in the world. The ones that smile for you when you excitedly fall in love with some new, unknown boy. The ones that sit through a pack of cigarettes with you at two to five in the morning listening to you cry about said boy who cheated on you even though they've got to be up at six for work. The ones that take time off work / school just for a little naughty afternoon shopping and eating on weekday. The ones who drag you to social events just to distract you from a broken heart. The ones who respond to every facebook, every twitter status update, just so you don't feel so alone and ignored. The ones who recognize you have a right to feel as shitty as you do about the boy who hurt you even though they'd spent the last two years telling you he was nothing but trash, the ones who don't tell you you're a fool, the ones who tell you you've a right to hurt. Because they're also the ones who have the strength and the love enough to tell you to snap out of it, that he was never worth it, because they're also the ones who have the courage to be honest enough to tell you you'd be a fool to take the manipulative creep back. The ones who bombard his messenger account with warnings to leave you alone, the ones who tell him behind your back to leave you well and alone, to stop messing with your mind when he's already with someone else. The ones who introduce you to new and wonderfully normal and loving boys.


Saturday 1 January 2011

Wollust

Nichts als strömen, nichts als brennen,

Blindlings in das Feuer rennen,

Hingerissen, hingegeben,

Der unendlichen Flamme: Leben!

Plötzlich aber, bang durchzittert,

Sehnt aus dem unendlichen Glück

Angstvoll sich das Herz zurück,

Das den Tod im Lieben wittert...


H.H.

together



together
only a word
but a great meaning
it's me and you and you