literary rhapsodies, emotional outbursts, bad puns and creative output from a slightly distracted and highly disturbed mind with a big heart and an occasionally dark sense of humour
…she asked herself as the crows gathered on the roof. It was a foggy November day and our protagonist (me) wasn’t able to do anything but sit and puzzle and listen to podcasts. That day was years ago but never really ended. Before that, or inbetween while waiting for new episodes to drop, it was…
So, here we are again. Ich öffne mein Herz, aller Widrigkeiten zum Trotz. Ich lasse mich ein, mache mich verwundbar. Und laufe blind ins offene Messer. Bojack Horseman meinte einst „Everybody loves me. But nobody likes me.“ Nun, das Problem hab ich nicht. Everybody likes me. Zumindest die meisten und die wenigen, die es nicht…
Said the very brave and rhetorically well-educated Winston Churchill. Or at least it’s widely accepted that he said it. Doesn’t matter if he did, the words remain true and he certainly had the background to know what he was talking about. Ladies and gentlemen – Welcome to hell. My personal hell and just so you…
A complaint due to recent events I can’t sleep well at night – no news under the sun here. Anybody who has shared a bed with me knows I constantly wake up, move around, do full-body cat yoga (actual footage of me sleeping^^) lie awake, wake up too early. Unless they have the wonderful gift…
Clearly we have, because that what it says up there right before the .com. And on the intro page. Here is a more detailled version of said intro text, one that gives you more background and details. Also, when I wrote the following, I didn’t have that intro page yet so this is future Julia…
But a little outside input won’t hurt. [it would, though] In a few days, I will be starting a person-centered counseling – zu deutsch: Gesprächstherapie, which is also the name I prefer because it makes it more about talking and less about counseling or psychoanalysing and whatnot. Definitely makes it sound less intimidating. And me…
Fritz Zorn meets Arcade Fire meets The Intellectual Chaos. I’ve scribbled and drawn this during a time I felt really bad. The Jüngling had just dumped me (via text message while he was on a faculty party less than 10min away from me), I was heartbroken, I ate nothing but dark chocolate (Schwarze Herrenschokolade) and…
Confession: I suffer from slugophobia. Not sure that word exists (yet), but I use it anyway to describe my very unnatural abhorrence of those slimy little bastards. Shell or no shell, slug or snail – doesn’t matter. I see one, I freeze, I panic. Molluscophobia is the proper name for it. I was scared of…
A Stream of Consciousness that had to get out. Do you know the feeling when you’re lonely, when you’re desperatly longing for someone to text you, check up on you and ask you a simple “hey, what you up to?” (not the booty call kind of text). And if you do, do you furthermore also…