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'People are strange' - the doors
About
being open (to everyone) and not close (to anyone) – the metaphor of the door
People are
like doors.
Some of them let you in, others never open up to you - and then there exist those that are a bit open, wide enough to place your foot inside the door frame or a hand or maybe your penis and they’ll stay that way for unpredictable time.
Sometimes those doors close within years, or you take your body part back and shut them yourself, sometimes they swing wide open all of a sudden or move quietly in the background until you accidentally stumble in.
Some of them let you in, others never open up to you - and then there exist those that are a bit open, wide enough to place your foot inside the door frame or a hand or maybe your penis and they’ll stay that way for unpredictable time.
Sometimes those doors close within years, or you take your body part back and shut them yourself, sometimes they swing wide open all of a sudden or move quietly in the background until you accidentally stumble in.
We all live
in a world full of doors.
Some people only have one door in their “house”, even though they never open it, others various.
Some people have one hand in this door, the other one in that, their left foot in one and their right foot in another and even their head somewhere else.
Some people are in the room behind one special door and will probably never leave.
Others are like hotel guests, spending short eternities or long moments in different rooms, never too long but always with their whole self.
Some people only have one door in their “house”, even though they never open it, others various.
Some people have one hand in this door, the other one in that, their left foot in one and their right foot in another and even their head somewhere else.
Some people are in the room behind one special door and will probably never leave.
Others are like hotel guests, spending short eternities or long moments in different rooms, never too long but always with their whole self.
His door
and my door don’t make a home.
There are times in my life, where I’ve find myself in a hallway full of doors, struggling to find the right one, ending up torn between different ones, my feet bruised and the bones crushed, my head full of different voices, but my heart outworn and empty.
I had homeruns, marathons, mazes, sprints and shortcuts, took the emergency exit or got kicked out, left with a smile on my lips or a tear in the eye, slamming my door loudly or closing it carefully.
There are times in my life, where I’ve find myself in a hallway full of doors, struggling to find the right one, ending up torn between different ones, my feet bruised and the bones crushed, my head full of different voices, but my heart outworn and empty.
I had homeruns, marathons, mazes, sprints and shortcuts, took the emergency exit or got kicked out, left with a smile on my lips or a tear in the eye, slamming my door loudly or closing it carefully.
Doors are
more than just options or opportunities.
It can be hard to decide which door to close and which to hold open,
when it’s time to leave or time to try harder.
I’ve been in many doors and many different stages, but never in the room behind it.
Nobody asked me in, on the other hand, I never invited whoever stood in my door frame.
The "door" doesn’t answer questions or talks back and is above all very mysterious to most people; most of the time you may not even realize who’s foot is secretly in your door, because you stare at the doorknob of someone else or he won’t notice on who’s doorstep you’ve been camping for weeks, sleeping there like a homeless dog , because he is busy drooling on someone else’s doormat.
Remember, that people are not only doors, but windows and walls.
Sometimes they have more to offer than you can see from the outside,
sometimes there’s nothing behind that door but old dust and hot air.
Some doors need to be first closed to open again, through some you’ll never fit, no matter how much you change. Others will grow with you or around you.
You don’t have to be open for everything, but try to be close to someone.
Don’t lock your door, but remember to change the locks every now and then,
don’t let a thief break in, but let someone steal your heart.
It can be hard to decide which door to close and which to hold open,
when it’s time to leave or time to try harder.
I’ve been in many doors and many different stages, but never in the room behind it.
Nobody asked me in, on the other hand, I never invited whoever stood in my door frame.
The "door" doesn’t answer questions or talks back and is above all very mysterious to most people; most of the time you may not even realize who’s foot is secretly in your door, because you stare at the doorknob of someone else or he won’t notice on who’s doorstep you’ve been camping for weeks, sleeping there like a homeless dog , because he is busy drooling on someone else’s doormat.
Remember, that people are not only doors, but windows and walls.
Sometimes they have more to offer than you can see from the outside,
sometimes there’s nothing behind that door but old dust and hot air.
Some doors need to be first closed to open again, through some you’ll never fit, no matter how much you change. Others will grow with you or around you.
You don’t have to be open for everything, but try to be close to someone.
Don’t lock your door, but remember to change the locks every now and then,
don’t let a thief break in, but let someone steal your heart.
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Life as a bra- Thoughts on supporting people 24/7 and getting thrown in a corner by the end of the day
It took me quite some time to realise that I am not a bra and won't let people treat me like one anymore. I tend to give more than I have and if someone asked for it, I would give them my last breath. It is not that I do not like being there for people- I mean that's like 50% of a good friendship, right? But the other 50% should be your friends being there for you, which is not the case in about half my friendships.
I deserve better. I deserve more than just the "Can you come over, I'm sad" calls.
I grew up with the phrase "Treat others like you want to be treated" and I still live after this, but what if I treat others so much better than they treat me? What if they won't ever realise that I am worth more than just the sad days? What if I give others so much that one day there is nothing left of me? What if one day people ask me "Who were your best friends when you were younger, who treated you like you deserve it?" and I won't be able to think of one single name, not even my own, because I was so busy being there for others that I forgot about being there for myself? No matter how much you love someone, you need to ask yourself if they realise how much you are worth. Did they ever say thank you? Did they ever stay up all night for you because you did not want to be alive any longer? Nobody thanks their bra in the evening. Nobody thinks "Wow, you did a great job supporting my boobies today". People throw their bra in the corner because it does not matter, because it is a matter of course, an object. You are much more than a bra. You are your own person and do not let people make you feel otherwise. Don't ever let others drown you by letting them hold on to your head while you are underwater.
By the end of the day, there is only one person you should love with all your heart, only one person you should give all you can; yourself. Remember to take care of yourself and if that means kicking someone out of your life even though you like them a lot then you go for it.
People say there's nothing worse than being lonely, but I'd prefer being lonely over being with people who forget that I need a hug sometimes, too. Sometimes you just gotta touch your own butt.
I deserve better. I deserve more than just the "Can you come over, I'm sad" calls.
I grew up with the phrase "Treat others like you want to be treated" and I still live after this, but what if I treat others so much better than they treat me? What if they won't ever realise that I am worth more than just the sad days? What if I give others so much that one day there is nothing left of me? What if one day people ask me "Who were your best friends when you were younger, who treated you like you deserve it?" and I won't be able to think of one single name, not even my own, because I was so busy being there for others that I forgot about being there for myself? No matter how much you love someone, you need to ask yourself if they realise how much you are worth. Did they ever say thank you? Did they ever stay up all night for you because you did not want to be alive any longer? Nobody thanks their bra in the evening. Nobody thinks "Wow, you did a great job supporting my boobies today". People throw their bra in the corner because it does not matter, because it is a matter of course, an object. You are much more than a bra. You are your own person and do not let people make you feel otherwise. Don't ever let others drown you by letting them hold on to your head while you are underwater.
By the end of the day, there is only one person you should love with all your heart, only one person you should give all you can; yourself. Remember to take care of yourself and if that means kicking someone out of your life even though you like them a lot then you go for it.
People say there's nothing worse than being lonely, but I'd prefer being lonely over being with people who forget that I need a hug sometimes, too. Sometimes you just gotta touch your own butt.
Open your mouth but don’t swallow - The Importance of communication in relationships
Prolog:
Use your mouth to communicate. Don’t swallow your problems and fears.
Mention the things, that are important to you and explain your concerns.
Chapter 1
the worst thing you can do to me, is pretend I don’t exist
Why do you ignore my calls?
…
Do you still care about me?
…
Why did you stop texting me?
Use your mouth to communicate. Don’t swallow your problems and fears.
Mention the things, that are important to you and explain your concerns.
Chapter 1
the worst thing you can do to me, is pretend I don’t exist
Why do you ignore my calls?
…
Do you still care about me?
…
Why did you stop texting me?
I’m busy
Chapter 2
the worst thing you can so, is not yelling or arguing, but stop giving a shit
the worst thing you can so, is not yelling or arguing, but stop giving a shit
Do you still like me?
…
What does this mean?
…
Is this something…or?
Idk
Chapter 3
The worst thing
you can do, is treating me like nothing happened
Are you mad at me?
…
Have I done something?
…
Is something wrong with me?
Nothing.it’s fine.
Have you given up on me?
…
Is…this it?
…
…
Who’s number is this?
The worst sound is
silence.
Epilogue:
Please try to say
what exactly you want and don’t be afraid to say stop, when you don’t don’t
want it.
Be polite and respectful and always say what’s bothering you and how you feel – don’t leave the other person guessing or expect them to read your mind.
Don’t toy with people’s emotion, don’t use them, betray them or abuse them.
Always be honest and end things properly, if it doesn’t feel right anymore.
Don’t be that asshole.
Be polite and respectful and always say what’s bothering you and how you feel – don’t leave the other person guessing or expect them to read your mind.
Don’t toy with people’s emotion, don’t use them, betray them or abuse them.
Always be honest and end things properly, if it doesn’t feel right anymore.
Don’t be that asshole.
boyfriend
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communication
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friends
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heart
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lili
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love
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relationship
When he holds my hand and thinks about her- Thoughts on being more in misery than in love
You don't love me, I love you, you love me, I don't love you
You're
walking towards me, your blond locks framing your face. One beer in
each hand. I know one's for me, you always do that. Bringing me beer.
I don't really like the taste of it but I do like your smile when
you've done something nice for me.
you
don't love me you don't love me you don't love me. but maybe you do.
My
heart stuttered when you told me about her for the first time. It
hasn't started beating again since then. That's also when you stopped
calling. That's when our stupid little talks about everything
stopped. That's when you stopped picking me up at 1am because I want
to go to McDonalds. But that's not when you stopped hugging me like
you never want to let me go.
i
don't miss you i don't miss you i don't miss you. but maybe i do.
You
ask me when we would see each other again. I shrug. "Who cares?"
I want to say. "Who cares because you certainly don't". You
have to go back to her. She'll be mad if you're away for too long. I
wonder if you told her about me, if there's anything worth telling
her about me. After you've left I light a cigarette but I throw it
away after one drag. And as the sun goes down I realise that smoking
all these cigarettes won't make you leave her.
i
don't love you i don't love you i don't love you. but maybe i do.
I fucking deserve more.
I deserve it all.
I deserve not being a wildcard, just because you’re feeling wild.
I might tell jokes, but I’m not one
I deserve the mornings and not just the nights
I deserve the lunch and the dinner and I’m not just a midnight snack
I deserve fucking heaven on earth and not this hell you put me through
I deserve nothing of this.
or maybe I do
because I’m so fucking trusting, while you were just thrusting
and I opened up to you, way more than I should have -
maybe I deserve the heartbreak, because I didn’t play by your rules-
you told me your secrets and I thought we had something
but all you had was your hand down my pants
while you were looking in someone elses eyes
and all I had was a used condome, but never your heart.
and the worst part of it all – I believed it.
I thought I saw something, something more.
but you’re just a dick, nothing more.
I don’t think you have a brain and I can’t feel your heart.
the worst part is, that I saw the ghost of us and I wasn’t scared
but you were blind.
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heart
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henni
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lili
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unrequited love
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