Poems: melancholic edition

Time is fucking limited

Spending time with each other is something bigger than just the activity itself. If you really think about it, every meeting is a present. You are gifting your time to another person and get the same gift in return. Isn’t that crazy? Time is the most valuable thing somebody can give to you – because time is limited. Once spend – it will never ever return. This fact always used to fascinate me. Next time you spend time with someone, think about it in that way. It will be a crazy feeling. Or it will help to recognize , whether you really want to gift this person your most valuable commodity. Because time is fucking limited – but that’s exactly what it makes so valuable.

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Spending time with each other is something bigger than just the activity itself. If you really think about it, every meeting is a present. You are gifting your time to another person and get the same gift in return. Isn’t that crazy? Time ist he most valuable thing somebody can give to you – because time is limited. Once spend – it will never ever return. This fact always used to fascinate me. Next time you spend time with someone, think about it in that way. It will be a crazy feeling. Or it will help torecognize , whether you really want to gift this person your most valuable commodity. Because time is fucking limited – but that’s exactly what it makes so valuable. ✨

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Magie

Magie liegt in der Luft,

Ich spüre es,

Ich spüre, dass du es spürst.

Blicke, Lächeln, Kribbeln

Auf der Haut.

Kribbeln, Lächeln, Blicke

Aus der Ferne

Und doch so nah

Und doch so fern

Denn näher kommen ist so schwer

Ein letztes Kribbeln

Ein letztes Lächeln

Ein letzter Blick

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Hey, I brought my grannie bag so better don‘t mess with me 🙃 Hoodie: fleamarket, Blazer: Second-Hand, Belt : H&M, Pants: Zara, Bag: Second-Hand via @resales2ndhandofficial

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sunday

tiredly blinking eyes, so deeply blue

like the morning-sky outside the window.

My eyes wander to your mouth, your messy hair.

Messy like the blankets, that touch our naked legs.

The smell of coffee fills the air, so strong and sweet

just like you.

sun rays are tingling my face & suddenly I wake up.

alone.

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About last night, between dream & reality 🌑 thanks for capturing @carla_ve ✨✨✨

A post shared by Isabell (@isadrinkscoffee) on Oct 20, 2019 at 7:50am PDT

a life so full of emptiness

a life so full and yet so empty.

so full because of work, university, shopping, workouts, smartphone.

and yet so empty because something is missing.

so full because of plans, partys, dreams…

always running, always rushing.

and yet so empty because I keep ignoring the emptiness.

(P.S. I’m doing perfectly fine. No worries. This is just an artistic collection.)

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Irgendwie wird es in einem drin lauter, wenn es um einen rum leiser wird. ~ Sonntage #newblogpostonline

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