There's an end to every storm.

Ds läbe rennt und rennt, rennt eifach ah üs vrbi. Sache wo du dänkt hesch, ds si no wyt wäg si, si plötzlech hutnah.  D'zyt vrstricht. Momente gheie i sech zäme. Kollaps. Isch e Minute e Sekunde odr e sekunde vilech e stund? D'zyt isch nüme.  Du schwäbsch. Zytlos. Rastlos.  Ke gfüu me.

I had no relationship so far. And i was always asking myself why. I guess i may have found the reason now. I was looking for myself. I had no idea who i am and what i wanted. A stranger to myself, is what i had been all my life. And i'm still watching out. I don't know who i am yet. And how should someone fall for me, because of who i am. When not even I have an idea who i was. It's all about knowing yourself before anyone else's able to.

It's summertime and my heart is filled up with sunshine, happiness and love. I just wish I could meet up with my friends, sit somewhere in the sun and just talk about any idiotic stuff that runs through our minds. And I miss these kinda happy days, filled with love and laughter. I miss the untroubled days which i used to live. Which I used to memorize. Summertime is a time of no worries, no trouble and just pure happiness. Let them stay untroubled*

Alles ist grösser als wir. Und doch ist nichts kleiner, als alles um uns herum. Die Welt in ihren Einzelheiten ist überwältigend und meist doch unbemerkt' Ignoranz ist das Mittel, geschlossene Augen der Weg.

Kleine Worte füllen unseren Mund. Grosse Worte kämpfen sich in unsere Gedanken. Zu Begreifen, dass die Wirklichkeit zu gross für jegliche Worte ist, Und zu klein für unsere Gedanken, Ein Ding der Unendlichkeit.

In the night, We all sit in front of a million stars We've got no idea where they came from, But the knowledge of looking at something, Which isn't actually real anymore, Keeps us starring at it. Trying to capture something Our mind is not big enough for'

And as she woke up,  not able to say anything.  I saw the emptyness of the world On her small shoulders'  She was carrying it, Without saying anything for years' Tears had been her tribute.*

worte, leere worte schwirren durch meinen Kopf, Bedeutungen sollen wir ihnen schenken, doch nur leere Hülsen wir einander weitergeben. wo haben wir sie verloren? Die Macht den wörtern einen Glanz zugeben. unabweichlich,mächtig, wunderbar. Worte waren Magie. Kleinste wunder wir betrachen, unfähig sie in worte zu verfassen, Vergiss die Vernunft, Vergiss die Sprache, Verlass dich auf dein Herz, deine Sinne. Doch zum fühlen, brauchen wir keine worte. ein lächeln, eine Umarmung, all dies sind kleine geschenke des himmels. einen Sonnenstrahl, der dich langsam wachküsst. deine Katze dich schnurren begrüsst. Das Leben kann so schön sein* ©Adina K.

Tonight i cried bittersweet tears. I felt alone And i felt bad. But i knew it was my fault. I was giving up way to easy' I just wasn't strong enough. After the hurricane of arguing with my best friend who was disappointed i cut again.. Came the storm of crying. I couldn't stop my tears from falling. They joined my cheeks just for a little sweet moment..  I am just waiting for my rainbow to come.  To take me home* ©Adina K.

Some said once,  what if no new souls can be given? What if no one or nothing could ever develop something like a conscious mind, also called soul. .. Just imagine it would actually be like that! Like 2000 years ago, on the world were not living as much people as there live today. Which means, when we became more people, where did they got their souls from? The only answer would be, that people who die, let their soul go and the soul breaks when she's leaving the dead body. And in the end, there were build some new souls.. But not as amazing or as individual as the one befor. The souls which keeps on living will get broke once again, and again and again..  And all the new ones, were just little parts of the sould once living before.  This means..  We are all just little parts of people who once lived, years before we did.  Confusing, isn't it? But the fact which kills you actually, is, that we will never know, whether it's true or not...  ©adina k.

today i read for the millionth time the book ADORKABLE. and i freaking love it. i guess i've never learned more about my own generation than into this book. The whole story is wrapped into a lovestory, but it is so much more than just a lovestory! Sarra Manning ( the author) shows us step by step how it is to be a teenager in the 21. century. we've got facebook, twitter and all of this stuff. but we forget to live next to these whole internet stuff. our feelings and wishes get lost. "Generation Y are everything you feared. They’re everything your worst nightmares conjured up. They’re lazy, apathetic, unoriginal, scared of innovation, scared of difference, just plain scared. They binge drink. The confuse sex for intimacy. They definitely couldn’t tell you the capital cities of more than five countries. And they really think that Justin Bieber is the Second Coming. Only fifty per cent of Generation Y own more than two books and, yes, they listen to music, but they download

I just need to write this down, otherwhise i'm gonna implode.  A guy told me today: to spin a girls head is as easy as to open a bottle of coke.I  mean fuc* it.  I know on this earth are a lot of assholes and bitches. But o.m.g. Don't we have any pride anymore?  Do we not wanna be social? Everyone of us knows how bad we can get hurt by taken for granted or taken as a toy.  But why keep we still on playing the same game? Why are boys and girls playing with other ones and people let them actually do that. WHY?!  The only thing i can say to all those bitches and asswholes : Stop playing your game. No one can force you to have feelings, but you must stop hurting the feelings of others! 

I guess, a big question in life of a female person is : Am I pretty? And today in the 21. century almost 80 percent of all the girls and women out there would aswer these question with no. But why? I mean we are all fucking amazing. we are the ones who survived. first we won the fight for the oocyte. then we survived until the birth. and now we survive everyday. We are all special. and now? we don't like our lifes because we think no one will ever like us. we are scared to talk to other people, because we are scared of their assessment. when we fall in love we are scared that the other person won't think that we are beautiful. and it got even worse. we don't think that we are loveable.  * we accept the love, we think we deserve* To everyone out there: (even boys/men) when you get up in the morning, tell yourself that you're beautiful! look in the mirror, into your face and tell yourself that you are pretty. Every single one of us deserves love! our char