Cantate.

back from bali. and tomorrow- ein neues Leben fängt an. wish...

Wed, 15 May 2013 20:52:32 +0800

back from bali.

and tomorrow- ein neues Leben fängt an.

wish me Glück.

i BLOODY miss berlin. and De.

Mon, 06 May 2013 21:41:47 +0800

i BLOODY miss berlin. and De.

marcohan: By requests, especially for those who cannot watch...

Sat, 04 May 2013 21:24:18 +0800

marcohan:

By requests, especially for those who cannot watch this video.

aaawwwww. otp götzeus für immer.

please-be-patience: for-our-intermission: kezkaganeska: Boruss...

Wed, 01 May 2013 18:40:52 +0800

please-be-patience:

for-our-intermission:

kezkaganeska:

Borussia Dortmund celebrating after their pass to Champions League Final

Note: All photos belongs to @BVBFansFF

But Reus & Lewa had sex in the pitch…

and mario had to watch it happen before his eyes

yay fingers crossed for an all-german final!

eh bayern you already won BL, let bvb win CL can.

rejithkrishnan: Southern Bavaria deutschland deutschland wie...

Fri, 26 Apr 2013 13:55:24 +0800

rejithkrishnan:

Southern Bavaria

deutschland deutschland wie schön du bist.

ich vermisse dich.

VLG.

musicalmelody: Periodic Table of Composers from the Tone Deaf...

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 11:25:10 +0800

musicalmelody:

Periodic Table of Composers from the Tone Deaf Music Store.

hey arvo Does have some great stuff man.

vermababy: My heart hurts so much! But this bromance will never...

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 11:19:40 +0800

vermababy:

My heart hurts so much! But this bromance will never die!

i doubt i will ever get used to seeing götze in red instead of yellow.

thebeautyinwhite: harry potter series. can someone please turn...

Thu, 18 Apr 2013 15:57:38 +0800

thebeautyinwhite:

harry potter series.

can someone please turn these into Actual book covers if they arent already?

I NEED THEM IN MY LIFE.

liebesdeutschland: Münster (Nordrhein-Westfalen) oh my heart...

Mon, 08 Apr 2013 22:23:31 +0800

liebesdeutschland:

Münster (Nordrhein-Westfalen)

oh my heart ):

gramspiration: Munich, Germany OH GOTT. PLEASE somebody...

Sun, 07 Apr 2013 20:17:43 +0800

gramspiration:

Munich, Germany

OH GOTT.

PLEASE somebody anybody tell me why our buildings are so ugly and europe’s so effing Gorgeous and perf.

and i will let you go

Sat, 06 Apr 2013 12:18:02 +0800

and i will let you go

uprolazu: Nica, 2013. why are orthodox churches so pretty. why...

Sat, 06 Apr 2013 12:16:55 +0800

uprolazu:

Nica, 2013.

why are orthodox churches so pretty. why are gothic cathedrals so pretty. why are churches in europe all so pretty. why are our churches so… meh.

actually, why are All our buildings so goddamn ugly?

castielsunderpants: mattykeehl: gallifrey-feels: echoingday...

Sat, 06 Apr 2013 11:16:17 +0800

castielsunderpants:

mattykeehl:

gallifrey-feels:

echoingdaydreams:

dandeleijons:

mrdecomposition:

i-wanted-to-rp-so-i:

wholocked-me-in-my-mindpalace:

improbablenormality:

johnisnothisdate:

catatonicconundrum:

adolfi:

Hitler flirting with Eva Braun.

You know what’s so uncomfortable about this? It shows that perhaps one of the most evil men in history, was a human being. That, on occasion, he could be nice, even flirty. That’s not all. You want to see evil people as evil, screaming horrible stuff over a desk with 20 microphones with 20, 000 people saluting them. The evil is clear and recognizable then. This shows a completely different image, it scares you because that means that evil isn’t a stereotype, that evil is not recognizable, that evil could be anyone. It scares you because this shows that could be lurking inside anyone and you’ll never ever know. Maybe in you?

it’s completely right. People aren’t inherently evil. Like good, it’s a role they grow and live into. We have just as much potential to destroy as this man exhibited. And it’s a very eye opening experience to realize that.

does anyone even remember that one time hitler attended that luncheon between world leaders, some guests of which even included china’s socialist leader as well as Stalin. And then when they were ordering, everyone was gladly ordering impressive dishes one after the other, but Hitler placed an order for barley tea and a pheasant (considered a peasant’s meal by standard). When he was questioned as to why he would order something like this in something as grand as a world leader’s congress, he replied,

“I don’t smoke when my people cannot smoke, and I cannot eat when my people are going hungry.”

He wasn’t evil for its own sake, let’s try to remember that despite the countless murders, but for a moment, he did actually believe he was doing something for the good of his countrymen.

No, he’s right. Hitler, though extremely wrong in his views, did everything for what he thought would better the lives of his people. It was wrong. It was disgustingly, horribly wrong. But he did not do it because it was evil and he was evil. He did it because he believed it would help Germany and those who needed a better life. Those who don’t understand or even try to understand the human brain will always label men like him as ‘evil’ because it is easier to accept. But he wasn’t ‘evil.’ He felt love and loyalty and responsibilities. He simply took these aspects and morphed them into a twisted, violent thing.

Tumblr is probably the only place we could have this conversation and not be lynched.

i. need. this. in. my. life.

Wed, 03 Apr 2013 16:46:41 +0800

i. need. this. in. my. life.

travelingcolors: Bedruthan Steps, Cornwall | England (by Ian...

Tue, 02 Apr 2013 20:57:31 +0800

travelingcolors:

Bedruthan Steps, Cornwall | England (by Ian Percival)

perf. please let bali be this pretty.

xxfuckkkyouxx: loving-vagina: iwontstandinyourway: learning-to...

Tue, 02 Apr 2013 20:54:00 +0800

xxfuckkkyouxx:

loving-vagina:

iwontstandinyourway:

learning-to-love-myself:

nothingishappyanymore:

If Barbie was an actual woman, she would be 5’9” tall, have a 39” bust, an 18” waist, 33” hips and a size 3 shoe.

• Barbie calls this a “full figure” and likes her weight at 110 lbs.

• At 5’9” tall and weighing 110 lbs, Barbie would have a BMI of 16.24 and fit the weight criteria for anorexia. She likely would not menstruate.

• If Barbie was a real woman, she’d have to walk on all fours due to her proportions.

• Slumber Party Barbie was introduced in 1965 and came with a bathroom scale permanently set at 110 lbs with a book entitled “How to Lose Weight” with directions inside stating simply “Don’t eat.”

i’m always reblogging this.

I’ve reblogged this a million times and will ALWAYS reblog it. She is so beautiful…It’s a great message.

I always reblog this when I see it on my dash.

You cant just NOT reblog this

This should have more notes. I reblog every time.

Oh my god

Never played with barbie dolls, have always hated them, and if i Ever have a daughter in future, barbie dolls are effing contraband. No Bloody Way. Not ever.

Change

Sun, 31 Mar 2013 20:54:00 +0800

I thought about it for quite awhile before pushing the publish button on this one. It’s so raw and so personal in many aspects, but well, this is my space after all. And I’m used to being judged by now, I guess I’ve become immune to that.

It’s been a strange time, in many ways. Change is the keyword here, as much as I hate the word ‘keyword’. Well, that’s what life has been. A year has gone by since March 2012. A year since I stepped down and stepped away. I did it because I thought it would make me happier, and I wanted time-out, respite, time to find myself again, time to find my faith again. Well. I guess I am happier in some ways. But finding faith again has been a lot harder than I thought it would be. And in short, and to be honest, I haven’t succeeded at that yet.

Maybe there’s just something comforting about status quo. Or maybe it’s just inertia. Or plain old laziness. Maybe it’s all of those things and more. I lost my heart and all that’s there now is ice cold stone. What a horrible cliché. But that’s what seems to best describe it. I don’t feel anymore. If I do, it’s mostly anger. Or a salty bitterness that sticks and refuses to ebb despite all the time that’s already passed.

I’ve changed. I know. I’m aware of that. I never used to be this easily provoked, this judgemental, this negative. Losing faith didn’t really yield the best results did it? But when does it ever. Sundays no longer mean a thing to me. I go through the routine because there is no way my parents will let me get out of it. And so every week I stand and stare at the screen, and while the songs swell and the sermon is preached, I sit and either daydream, lost in my own thoughts, or judge those on that stage I once stood on too. Or think about how I’d rather be somewhere else, how I’d rather try something else somewhere else.

Yes, I am still tempted to check out other sides of the schism. But is that wrong? Same God and what-not. And as I’ve said, there are so many things about this side of the faith as I’ve experienced that I do not agree with, that I can no longer accept. I’ve always loved the rituals of mass and liturgy, I’ve always loved sacred Latin music and chant. And I still believe faith should be about finding the path that works for you, I believe there are different ways to worship the Almighty and lately, the way I’ve done it the past 15 years of my life just doesn’t seem to be working for me anymore.

Change has happened. But I guess I want more. Because in some ways, nothing has changed. I still go to the place my parents do, I still go because my parents insist I do. It has Never been My Choice. So many times I’ve wished I had the conversion experience instead of being born into it. Because then I would have been sure, I would have gotten into it out of conscious Choice. The faith would have been my Own. My own decision for my own life.

It was Easter service today. The songs were familiar and lovely and yes they’re nice and all, but I stood and all that ran through my mind were the familiar Latin words that held a lot more for me than the lyrics on the screen. Et resurrexit tertia die secundum scripturas et ascendit in coelum sedet ad dexteram patris. That was what I really wanted to sing and not my chains are gone I’ve been set free. Is that wrong too?

There has been so much loss. And somewhere along the way, I lost even You too. I’ve had to convince myself that I still believe because so many times these lines seem blurred now. I still believe, but what exactly do I still believe in? I found myself changing my ‘religious view’ on facebook from Christian to ‘Credo in unum Deum’. Because it just doesn’t feel right calling myself a Christian anymore. I’d be a hypocrite if I let that stay on my profile. Hey, at least I know it and I’m admitting it unlike so many.

All that you rely on and all that you can save- will leave you in the morning.
Those lines have never rung truer than now. Everything’s different, I’m different. What I thought was real, what I believed would remain a part of my life forever is gone, is over. I guess I’m just going to have to find a way to accept that and find new ways of getting around it, of dealing with the Now despite missing the Then.
nobody here’s perfect oh and everyone’s to blame/ and all that you rely on and all that you can fake- will leave you in the morning
volatility. It’s a part of life, as is uncertainty, loss, doubt, fear.
everything is dark/ it’s more than you can take/ but you catch a glimpse of sunlight/ shining shining down on your face
I’ll wait for that day.

in the meantime, happy Easter- have a lovely one of one my favourite Credos, though i know it’s slightly ironic here now:

(Ps: Spot me if you can! :))

“How are you, Spence?” word.

Sat, 23 Mar 2013 17:38:29 +0800

“How are you, Spence?”

word.

me right now (minus her gorgeous smile in the middle gif) trying...

Wed, 20 Mar 2013 22:52:39 +0800

me right now (minus her gorgeous smile in the middle gif) trying to spew crap for the bloody ps essay. -insert eye roll over and over again
F*ck your theories they don’t work and never will thanks for wasting my time.

arzusongz: du fehlst mir so, und damit meine ich nicht deine...

Wed, 13 Mar 2013 20:05:00 +0800

arzusongz:

du fehlst mir so, und damit meine ich nicht deine gegenwart, sondern dir wieder nah zu stehen, mit dir über alles zu reden und zu lachen, nicht dieses aufgesetzte, sondern das was mal war

thank you for putting into words what i had no words for.
oh the heartache when i read this.