Donnerstag, 21. April 2011

#26

Cards made by me.

Things I love right now
- Chocolate
- Pop music, Pete Wentz
- My friends
- Writing, working on my writing
- Life

Freitag, 15. April 2011

#25

Cover of "So was von da" by  Tino Hanekamp. Read my thoughts about it later, somewhere else.

I have been confronted a lot little with the "home issue" and it's simply because of a book I'm reading and it's not actually about places where you at home at all. But it's about scene and my life's strongly effected by it. Read my  thoughts about Regensburg here. Read my thoughts about Munich here:

Welcome to Munich, the city your wildest dreams are about. This is not the capital of Germany, but it’s the city of the elite. We’re the too-cool-for-school-kids.
Meet us at the 59:1 on the red dance-floor, dancing to indie-music djed by our favourite journalists of Munich’s indiemusic-magazine “Musikexpress”. That’s really important to me because I admire their writing skills.
Or meet us at Angel’s Inn. Here we buy cool bags from Anna Lou and handmade Hello Kitty skirts. The people working there know your name and your taste, which is very important to us. This is how it should be!

Freitag, 8. April 2011

#24

Picture taken in Hamburg, 2009.

The dust is lingering thick and heavy but we don’t care. When we’ll wake up it’ll be gone. Pictures that your sister took make me feel all warm inside. Fingers touching each other like they’re holding onto the world. If the world falls out of my hands, it’s over. Humming and whispering and sighing and blinking. It’s our own little fairytale. Our wonderland. We don’t have to grow up. The day turns into the night. Running on an hour of sleep. Still we don’t get tired. Still we can’t get enough. As long as we can stay in this world, we will.
The walls are decorated with postcards, ripped and put back together, glued to the old wood. Sun is shining through the broken window, filling the air with gold. The sun is hugging me. The moon is covering you in silver. We look at each other like we’re made to do so.
And still our fingers are tangled together. For what I hope could be forever.
And forever ended today.