There's an end to every storm.

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...

When the first sunray falls on your face, Then you can feel it, The luck of life, Which is all around you. Laugh, until you can't anymore Love, with your whole heart Live, with everything you have Enjoy the life, with every smallest thing. The feeling, when you're hugging someone, The feeling, when you really like someone. The feeling, when someone really loves you. Little things which make life astounding. With the foot on the earth With the head in the clouds With the music into the ears And with my heart into my hands. Tell me what you're going to do? Feel the freedom. Feel the love. Feel the luck. ©Adina K.

Langsam ziehen Nebelschwaden übers Land herein, Dunkelheit bringen sie mit sich. Ich kann dich nicht mehr sehn, deine Silhouette erkenn ich nur noch fein, Alles und doch nichts, ich fürchte mich. Der Bäume Geruch mich umhüllt, Den Weg ich schon vor Stunden verlor. Die Suche nach dir mich erfüllt, Ich dir meine ew'ge Liebe schwor. Ich irre verloren durch's Dickicht, Auf der Suche nach warmem, glänzenden Licht. Die Kälte mir den Rücken hoch steigt, Mir meine schwindende Hoffnung zeigt. Meine Knie knicken ein, Ich sinke kraftlos zu Boden. Verloren in dunklem sein, Verurteil zu tausend Toden. Tränen mir laufen übers Gesicht, Die Stille mich erdrückt. Lechze nach deinem Angesicht, Werde langsam verückt. ©Adina K.

I can't turn around I can't say anything I can't think When I see you. I cannot not believe in you I cannot not think about you I cannot not want cuddling you I cannot not love you. You attract me like  A moth get attracted by the light You make me happy like No pie at all - and i really like pie! If you say don't touch  To a little girl It just has to touch whatever isn't allowed.. I am like her, i want to touch you even if it isn't allowed. I guess you never saw me I'm invisible for people like you But i got it. But i won't stop dreaming of you. ©Adina K.

Your smile is the gift to the world, Your eyes are the gate to the beauty, Your words are the key to the people, and your heart is the place of the game. A little lonely star,  in the middle of the amount. You’re shinning bright, but you’re not strong enough, to get noticed. Your body is the origin of your confidence your ears are the puzzle piece that makes connection your thoughts are the start of understanding and your soul is the root of everything. A little lonely star, in the middle of the  desert. Your aura is conspicuous, but you’re not unique enough, to be special. But go ahead. With everyday every single part of you is filling up. Get more charisma, more character, you’re getting better. Until you’re complete. To be who you are. ©Adina K.