lola

@leowly

🙈 20, Kurdish, born and raised in Germany. Follow my twitter: @leowly | www.whitedunes.tumblr.com
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aint yo mama
Wasting hella time
Yoü.
Note to self: remind yourself more often of the existence of outer space and how irrelevant your problems are.
I don't know you and no I don't owe you a motherfucking thing Nicestbarkeeperintheworld Fuckouttahere
Love me louder
"My love, a clenched fist around your heart; yes my love is that terrifying, because it doesn't know release."
Giiiirls
I will forever love this place. Spending a year here has been the greatest thing I ever did so far. I met so many beautiful people, seen raw untouched nature, learned a lot. I became more confident. I will forever love this place.
I grasped two things: I wasn't as happy as I could be, and my life wasn't going to change unless I made it change.
HOMEBOYS
I will lose you. It is written into this poem the way the fisherman's wife knits his death into the sweater.
I know you want it.
Laughing so hard you start crying.
You deserve entire warehouses full of flowers. I cannot give you, what I want to give you and I cannot quite put into words, what I want to say but always know this: I owe you forever. For my life. For my childhood. For the love. I love you, Mom. ❤️💕 Happymothersday
Today, I am mourning the death of all the people I could have been.
You are not even the one breaking my heart. I am the one doing the breaking. I am ripping my own heart apart over you. You are such an exquisite torture, my darling.
A kiss without a contract.
I am not religious, never been. I wouldn't enter a church in hopes to find god. I know others do and I am happy for them. As long as religion gives you strength and hope, as long as it makes you believe in something or someone that is loving and never judging, no matter whom, as long as you're trying to improve yourself as a person through religion, I am very happy for you and I hope you are too, even though I cannot get on that train. The reason why I enter churches is entirely free from the religious aspect. They simply take my breath away. Those giant windows which where made with so much love for their details take my breath away. The paintings, the coldness, the acoustic, the secret doors, the light breaking through a window. The height of a church takes my breath away. I realize how small the world is and in particular, how small I am.
Love, health, happiness. What is your trinity?
Ich sitz schon wieder Barfuß am Klavier. Ich träume Liebeslieder und sing dabei von dir. Du und ich.. wir waren wunderlich.
Pretty little thing called Berlin :-)
FUCK YEAH
I was warm flesh, unseasoned I found me, oh jesus
My hair did a heart shape on it's own ?
Your voice, the only antidote to this vile despair.
You are the smell before rain. You are the blood in my veins.
“Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going.”
They judge me like a picture book by the colors, like they forgot how to read.
“Start now. Start where you are. Start with fear. Start with pain. Start with doubt. Start with hands shaking. Start with voice trembling but start. Start and don’t stop. Start where you are, with what you have. Just … start.
Meet my bodyguards ☺️
Oh nanaaaaa
We all started as strangers. Today, being with you feels like family. Salem
Watch the process of becoming.
Yeah.
Your kiss, got me hoping you save me right now.
Suddenly you're ripped into being alive. And life is pain. And life is suffering. And life is horror but my god you're alive and it's spectacular. - Nofilter
I hope that when the world comes to an end, I can breathe a sigh of relief, because there will be so much to look forward to.
I wanted something very far away like the vague memory softened by time. ( Nofilter )
You don't love me in a way I understand.
“There are days that I cannot find the sun even though its right outside my goddamn window.”
I love you. I love you. Wherever I go. Who ever I become. What ever I decide to do. I love you.
Art you lost?
come to me slowly as if you were a broken sunset with a lazy sky on your shoulders
“I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds– but I think of you always in those intervals.”