linda, 18, germany
inspiration, feelings, dreams, hopes, my life
i have no feelings or emotions just sarcasm running through my veins
ugh you kill a few people on a camping trip and suddenly everyone calls you a “murderer” i’m so sick of labels
I always think “if people want to talk to me they will” which is my reasoning for never really starting conversations so i’m permanently thinking no one wants to talk but what if they’re sat there thinking the same and it’s just this cycle of silence that never gets broken because i’m too stubborn to just put myself out there
"Auf Weinen folgt ein Gefühl das traurig und süchtig zugleich macht."
— Prinz Pi (via m-a-e-c-k-e-s)