And I’m looking through the glass
Where the light bends at the cracks
And I’m screaming at the top of my lungs
Pretending the echoes belong to someone..
…Someone I used to know

 The Postal Service

monday horrortrip

this monday is not the best monday in my life. i can’t explain what is happening to me. it feels like i have a glass body and everyone can look inside and see my hidden fears, anger, uglyness and sadness.
sometimes i feels like u are surrounded by demons in human form. sometimes u just can’t ignore them, that’s when it gets painful. that’s when they get to u.
perhaps i should sleep more. i’m terribly tired, but i know that it’s not my body. it’s my soul. like my soul hasn’t found peace for a long time, and it wears me out. i always loved being strong and i loved to fight..u have to…to survive…this life is a shithole, a bitch and a dreamkiller…but today i’ve stopped fighting and suddenly i was afraid.
a girl with a glass body needs a glass garden. i need glass butterflies and glass flowers and trees. and i dance in this garden and with all my bruises and scars i still think i’m beautiful.

lila on tumblr

falling in love has always been about being consumed by another person. completely swallowed. sometimes it can be a relief, sometimes it’s just threatening and making me sick. tonight i feel that it could be a relief. just letting go. it resembles death or a long sleep.

lila, 2 am thougths, tumblr

DOPE LEMON - Stonecutters

ich fühl mich eigentlich überall allein bis auf tumblr. kein wunder, dass ich im netz kaum mehr woanders hinwill. das gefühl ist überall gleich scheisse, bis auf hier.


lila, tumblr late night