1hey:

it hurt when I stumbled across her.  she was like broken glass all along the floor.  but it was beautiful and my curiosity got the best of me.  I remember looking at her and all I could see was pain.  she had this insane look of desperation; you could almost feel it. and yet her eyes were still hollow; like the life had been sucked out of her.  I wanted to pick up her pieces.  I wanted to put her back together. and so I tried. I really did. I got a little cut along the way.  the more I tried to fix her the more fragile I became myself but I didn’t care.  I wanted to see her happy.  every time I made her laugh I thought about how I wanted to make her laugh forever.  she was getting better.  eventually she was put together enough to get up and walk away.  but she didn’t take me with her.  and I’ve been stuck sitting here where I first found her. wondering if the pieces left on the floor are hers or mine. I should probably get the fuck up.

1hey:

it hurt when I stumbled across her.
she was like broken glass all along the floor.
but it was beautiful and my curiosity got the best of me.
I remember looking at her and all I could see was pain.
she had this insane look of desperation; you could almost feel it.
and yet her eyes were still hollow; like the life had been sucked out of her.
I wanted to pick up her pieces.
I wanted to put her back together.
and so I tried. I really did.
I got a little cut along the way.
the more I tried to fix her the more fragile I became myself but I didn’t care.
I wanted to see her happy.
every time I made her laugh I thought about how I wanted to make her laugh forever.
she was getting better.
eventually she was put together enough to get up and walk away.
but she didn’t take me with her.
and I’ve been stuck sitting here where I first found her.
wondering if the pieces left on the floor are hers or mine.
I should probably get the fuck up.

steppenw0lf:

manchmal weine ich noch vor freude,denn diese nacht und dein blick in einer hamburger hinterhofnacht dein geschenk und die fotografin aus england,die unsere liebe festhalten wollte,war das schönste was ich bis jetzt erlebt habe

steppenw0lf:

manchmal weine ich noch vor freude,denn diese nacht und dein blick in einer hamburger hinterhofnacht dein geschenk und die fotografin aus england,die unsere liebe festhalten wollte,war das schönste was ich bis jetzt erlebt habe

Also standen wir irgendwo zwischen halb und ganz verloren
oder verliebt,
oder vielleicht war es in dem Moment auch dasselbe,
und schrieben uns gegenseitig die Frage nach dem Kuss auf die Lippen,
zu gebannt um etwas zu ändern
oder uns selbst zu antworten
und die Frage mit unseren Lippen wegzuwischen.
Es fühlte sich an wie Eintauchen in deine ozeanblauen Augen und tief darin Verblinden und alles noch viel intensiver Spüren.
Und es war das erste Mal, dass solche Impulse durch meinen Körper rauschen und mich derart elektrisieren durften.

Daria’s Notizbuch, #273 (via halbmord)