It's just sex We were in film history class. German Expressionism. What I found an incredibly fascinating art period, did nothing for a while. It was as if Faust was sitting next to me and whispered, go now man, do it now, you'll be rid of it. Nosferatu, Murnau 1922 It was Rusty sitting next... Lees verder →
It's your choice "And how about if I go one day to the ladies of pleasure?"A long silence fell in the car. I could see his thoughts grinding. As if he first had something, like yes, of course, I did it also, and then suddenly changed his mind."Uhm, well, son, that depends on what you... Lees verder →
Part One I'm going to do it. Otherwise, I will jump on every human being who looks me in the eyes and smiles or better laughs at me, while I’ll give my whole soul and it would be sucked dry only to be extinguished like a cigarette butt afterwards. I don't want to enter a... Lees verder →
you pound headstrong with regained violence against closed doors being free as you thought pushes you unexpectedly to places you already came our stupid heads bangs itself against broken fortresses until it explodes you lay the remains to rest where no one has come yet, heroism lies far away and you bash and you bash... Lees verder →
The bus drives through large puddles of water. Rain falls from the sky. It drives towards my hometown. I can still hear her voice in my head, a voice that crackles a little, but otherwise neatly conceals all emotion. I turn on the sound of my earbuds, louder, it doesn’t help, I turn it off,... Lees verder →
the socials I find of heroes and romantics are too lovely to be mine resemble those of a romantic fool with small stories of crash and burn not so funny or witty just some shit I try (to survive) so every day I refuse to post great socials that aren’t true
It is urgently time to write my story. I'm studying at the film academy. Screenwriting, because I love cinematic stories, and I prefer to write them myself. My friends are better with images behind the camera, I with images on paper. I'm in my hundredth year, at least it feels that way. It is as... Lees verder →
Fastfood romantics 