Ich mag Gesellschaft im Mass, brauche aber auch immer wieder Zeit für mich alleine. Ich muss wohl nicht erwähnen, dass
Musik die Welt bedeutet... Ich bin offen für neue Inputs, Diskussionen, Argumentationen, ein Thema bis ins letzte Detail
erörtern, Begründungen finden für Unerklärliches, fantasieren, abschweifen, in Gedanken versinken,
philosophieren, meditieren, loslassen, geniessen, sein...

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I’m finished loving broken things; broken hearts, broken people. Grab a broken glass and press it’s jagged edges up against your
chest. How does it feel? Warm? Gentle? Love is a cheap word, a cheap, cheap word that’s been stickered onto my tongue and peeled
off by the first person to have looked at me in the eyes and smiled. Press the glass closer. Feel its sharpness against your skin.
Feel it squeeze its way into your pores and draw blood on impact. Feel its broken points dig into you like the fingertips of a
lovers touch. That’s love. Keep urging that glass into you. Now smile and laugh and say you’re happy. That you’ve never felt
happier in your whole entire life. Lodge that glass so deep in between your ribs that it punctures your heart. Tell me you’re in
love. I dare you.
- Author unknown.

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"and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love"
- Warsan Shire, For Women Who Are Difficult To Love

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"I wish you'd listen closer to the songs I play.
Because the lyrics speak the words I fail to say."

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