September Mixtape: Breakup
dein blog gibt mir ein unheimlich nostalgisch-melancholisches gefühl. du beschreibst dinge mit wenigen worten so gut, du kannst einen sofort in eine bestimmte gefühlslage bringen
Anonymous

Manchmal fühlt es sich so an, als ob ich mich an zu viel erinnern kann. Diese warme Wehmut ganz tief im Bauch.

Labor Day

White t-shirts fold,
shorts mothball,
parkas dust off;

bodies turn,
pores close,
school nights;

behind
hallway smiles,
summer disappears.

Claire Sloma, The Myth of the American Sleepover

Claire Sloma, The Myth of the American Sleepover

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“It’s a myth. Being a teenager. They trick you into giving up your childhood with all these promises of adventure. But once you realize what you’ve lost, its too late. You can’t get it back.”
— From “The Myth of the American Sleepover”
alles gute und wie alt? :)
Anonymous

Volljährig, aber noch nicht erwachsen.

August Mixtape: Summer Love
What country are you from? I'm too shy to ask without anon. Also, happy birthday
Anonymous

I’m in Germany, a country about the size of your old room at home, and it’s getting smaller by the day. I’ve outgrown it.

It tastes like mullet — in a good way. 

And its name, Nogger, over here, in Germany, doubles as middle school speak for jerking off, “Nogger dir einen”. At least on the boys’ side of our school yard, it did.

It tastes like mullet — in a good way.

And its name, Nogger, over here, in Germany, doubles as middle school speak for jerking off, “Nogger dir einen”. At least on the boys’ side of our school yard, it did.

Gas Station Girl

I’m all, UP, UP, LEFT, LEFT, DOWN, RIGHT, DOWN, UP. Her fingers glide across the shelf and I feel like her teammate, as she finally spots my smokes.

Her hair engulfs the name tag.

Gas stations gleaming out of summer nights, lighthouses of our teenhood. It’s almost September, and I feel young.

Thing is… she has a boyfriend, one too adorable for his own age, him and his moped.

I’m usually the last one to sneak in for midnight noodles and nicotine, him leaning against the wall, her helmet looped under his arm, the eyes daydreaming.

I smile, she smirks, he nods.

Sitting in the corner of my balcony, I gaze into the darkness, the cigarette radiates; in the distance, a moped zooms through the night.

café au lait toujours, toujours café au lait.

Sodypop. What do you say?

Sodypop. What do you say?

Why is John Cusack crossed out in your 'Stuff I like'?
Anonymous
Share your popsicle.

Share your popsicle.

und du?
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