Every day is Women's day.

It's women's day when Kim Kardashian breaks the internet,

when my neighbor and mother of 3 already went for a run,had a  latte and

todays news, before she patiently maneuvers

her 3 boys out of the door in the morning and heads to work after she dropped

them off in 3 different places.

It's women's day when my homie holds her first child in her arms for the first time.

It's was women's day when my grandma after 35 years of marriage decided

that she is better off alone.

It is women's day every time Beyonce makes a fucking move.

It was womans day when you fell in love with your girl .

It is women's day when my 16 year old sister calls out a boy for telling her

she's boring because she doesn't feel like sending

him the pictures he wants.

It is women's day when Naomi Campbell walks.

It was women's day when Marvin Gaye, Jimi Hendrix, Prince (and so many

more) wrote the music we still love so much

(and I can only guess that for Drake and Angela Merkel every day it is women's day.) 

Lets be honest, it was women's day, when most of the best music was written

and it was women's day when you were born. 

Women have been living it and killing it ever since and nobody really ever

made it easy or gave many shits.

We live and experience in our own context, reviewing womanhood in

comparison or in contrast to men lacks ambition and also common sense.

We were never supposed to be the same. We don't need equality, we need

our own. 


So thanks for the party and all, but don't you think that we don't know that we

already make the world go round every fucking day. 


this and every thought, and no thought at all flickering through my eyes

like the lights of cars driving by flickering through your bedroom window

this and fingertips tracing the curve of your collar bone

this and me wondering if I could be in love with you, as much as with this moment.

Posted in

the other night.

no peace of mind.

time thief.

I lost about 18 hours

they are nowhere to be found

I looked for them in your eyes

and almost drowned

I tasted them on your lips

but lost them somewhere below your hips.

Where does 'I love fucking you' , stop

and where does 'I fucking love' you, start?

You confuse me.


In den Abgrund starren






George Santayana 
(The sense of beauty 1896)

pic by Tine Ka 


being loved, wanted. 

being disliked, hated.

Both startles me.

Both confuses me. 

Detach me from all of that.

Detach me from my ego

from how I look and the way I walk

from what you see in me

from what you project onto me 

from the things you understand.

It bores me 

it scares me 

it cages me .

I dont find comfort in this zone


I wanna be the weirdest I can get

act the strangest I can act



and broken. 

Follow me. Free falling.

See me. Saint and slut.

Find me. Creating and destroying.

Save me. 

Join me.

Or leave me the fuck alone.

I want to breathe self 

not perception.

.I wanna be all that I am.

Fuck I am too old to pretend to be just one thing. 

and too young to pretend that I have figured myself out.

Don't you pretend

after one look through eyes

more tired than your mind

that you fucking have. 

ich gruesse alle die ich kenne