What would be a perfect match for you?
Am I the only who’d been asked this? I thought no. Well, the thing is as much as I would love to answer with a celebrity’s name or some adjectives I find myself unable to do so. In this late insomnia I will try to explain not so briefly what would be a -I don’t know if perfect, but an agreeable- match for myself.
Although it’s thought women around the globe want a fairy tale prince to sweep them off of their feet wearing a tuxedo while they show off their prettiest nightgown, that’s not the case for many of us, including me.
I want someone who’d eat cereal out of the carbon box with handfuls brought directly to our mouths while we discuss the latest new york best seller. I want some to dance in our pj’s at 3am in the kitchen floor as if was the greatest hall in Buckingham Palace.
I want someone who’d sit down on a friday night and watch movies. Someone who’d be waiting for the next episode of whichever tv series we’d be watching as eagerly as I would.
Someone to walk the dog with. Someone to daydream about further lands to go with. Someone to plan a future with. Someone to send funny pictures and selfies to. Someone who’d cook for me, even if was only mac and cheese.
Someone who’d appreciate my weird likes and have his own little intrigues regarding his taste in music, languages, music and culture in general.
I want someone who can live without me but would rather to live with me. Someone who’d fit the lyrics of my favourite romantic songs.
I haven’t found someone who could make the cut. Hell, I’m young. I will someday.
I take the lid off my needle,
and look at the insulin inside.
stare at it.
Isn’t it funny, how this clear, sterile,
hospital smelling liquid is the key
to my survival? How it saves my life everyday and stops my body from
How simple. How easy.
And then my mind takes me to
somewhere darker. How this
liquid has now turned into a
weapon. How a little too much
insulin could be the key to
ending it all.
How simple. How easy.
I look down at my needle
and see my greatest enemy.
And the most heartbreaking
both life and death.
This plastic, disposable needle
represents everything I hate about
myself, all the pain and anger.
It represents my battles and
If only I could dispose of them
as easy as I do my needles.
How simple. How easy.
About a year ago I was packing up, you know, getting ready for travel. I was about to go on a 5 weeks summer school in Munich„ Germany. And I did. Now, many people have asked me how it is over there, what have I liked but it always seems hard to put it into words. So I watched a video blog today about Germany and the likes and dislikes of it and it occurred to me that I could just do the same. So here it goes.
The things I love about Germany:
1.- It’s punctuality:
Everything has a time. Even subway stations have screen with the departure times of the metro trains. And I don’t know in your country but in mine you have to wait until it arrives. It may be 2 minutes, it could be 10. Who knows.
2.- The weather doesn’t change during the day.
If you wake up in the morning and look outside and it’s sunny, then it’s gonna be sunny the whole day long. If it’s rainy and grey, well it’s gonna be like that all day. But you do not have to worry about freezing in the afternoon because it was hot in the morning or the other way around.
3.- Hang outs.
Any day is a perfect day to arrange a picnic with your friends in the park, take a soccer ball, shoot some penalties. Play music. Eat. Or just go to the nearest Biergarten (that’s the next one).
It’s a place where they sell beer and typical german food with a few bench and table to enjoy the afternoon; and no, it’s not only a friends +18 plan, you can go with your family. In most of the you can even find playgrounds for the little ones. Actually, in Germany you have to be sixteen to buy and drink Beer; you have to be 18 to drink anything else or get inside clubs. It’s not a place to get drunk. You can get a little bit tipsy but nothing more than that.
And I don’t mean only the soccer teams, no. I mean the entire soccer culture they have in Germany. Whenever the Nationalmannschaft is playing, it’s like a national holiday.
Germans love their laws and their rules. Now, if you don’t fancy rules or laws I could understand why you wouldn’t find this appealing. But, for a rule freak like myself I loved it.
It sounds crazy but I loved it because there’s no traffic at all. If you can find 8 cars in line, let me know. (At least in the south, I’ve never been to Berlin but I can guess it’s a lot crowder).
You can walk alone at midnight in the middle of a city. Yes, you can. Again, I lived in Munich which is now the third safest city in the world. I never got robbed or insulted. I used to get home at 2 am alone. I would have to take a train from the center of the city to Starnberg (a small city in the outskirts) and then walk for about 15 minutes.
9.- Cheap alcohol
I don’t have a drinking problem, I swear. But it’s cheaper to buy a bottle beer than a bottle of water. True story.
The germans love to get themselves around in bicycles. There are actually more bikes than there are cars. This probable has something to do with the fact that petroleum is extremely expensive in Germany but still, it keeps people away from driving their butt around every corner of the city and that keeps them active and healthy.
Germans trust each other. In the subway station are no turnstiles, you just walk to the train with your ticket in your purse. They trust you have paid. Every now and then they check trains to see if you have bought a ticket and if you haven’t you’re gonna be finned with 400 euros.
The things I hate about Germany:
1.- Stores close.
As it sounds. From Monday to Saturday you can’t find anything open after 20hrs and it used to drive me crazy because at that time of the day during summer there’s still sunshine but you can’t go to the market. Say whaaaaat? It’s weird. And on sundays nothing opens. Nothing. Sundays are perfect to go to museums or just stay indoors. Watch tv.
2.- There are no subtitles.
You can’t go to the movies to watch a foreign movie and expect to get it in its official language. Oh, no. It’s gonna be translated to German. There are some functions that are in english or the original language but they are pretty much twice the price of a regular function.
3.- Subway is really expensive.
There are different subway systems in Germany (U-Bahn, S-Bahn, DB-Bahn, etc) and there are some all-inclusive tickets if you may. This means you can use any of the _-Bahns. You can get a one way ticket, a partner ticket, a weekly ticket or a monthly one. It sound easy, doesn’t it? it’s not. The machines in the stations are complicated as fuck, specially if you don’t speak the language. And to get the weekly and monthly tickets you need to go to a paper-store or if you’re lucky to a little store (Tante Emma Laden) in the station itself. And it’s really expensive. I used to buy a weekly one and it was 36 euros which is a lot. Just consider a beer costs around 1.60 euros.
4.- Wifi log ins.
In my country, if you’re in a restaurant or coffee shop you just have to ask for the wifi password (the only unspoken condition is that to buy something, you know ‘costumers only’) but in Germnay you have to give your cellphone and then you get free wifi time and then after that if you still wanna use the internet you’re gonna have to pay with a credit card or your cellphone credit.
5.- Everything is always under reconstruction ***
This is a hate-love one. Why? Because, I mean, it’s nice to look at old buildings and see they’re still in a perfect state but it sucks to look up and see cranes and tows.
6.- Cash country
You always have to bring cash with you because germans don’t take cards at all. Sometimes they might accept one but a checks account one, not a credit one. I had to borrow from my friends many times. Whoops.
And that’s pretty much everything.
Germany is a great country. I’d go live there if I could.
In our society today girls feel that they need to be skinny in order to find love. Fact is, your true love is gonna love you no matter what. If he cares about the size of your thighs more then the size of your heart…drop him my darlings as no man should make you feel bad about your size if he truly loves you <3
Reblog. Every. Single. Time.
This is so perfect and beautiful and wonderful
I didn’t cry today. I didn’t hurt myself today. I thought about it but I told myself I’m better than that.
But you know what, I did do those things today. I laughed until I cried. I laughed so hard my tummy hurt, so I did cry today and I did hurt myself today.
It’s all about the perspective you give it.
One day at a fucking time.
please don’t pretend on We Heart It
can I meet someone who would actually say this???