check out me and my sister  BEST KOELN meets SANATHUSTRA . Welcome to the Jungle. http//www.iamkueen.tumblr.com 

 I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can't tell fast enough, the ears that aren't big enough, the eyes that can't take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone..

Daily Reminder , Keep Going. 

For me, it is OK as long as I can breathe, as long as my heart is pumping.....

So I decided to create a reminder for myself and everyone.....#classofcliques #unite 

I do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who has a brain and a heart

 So I've been a freak all my life and I have to live with that, you know. I'm one of those people. 

You can lose yourself in pleasure, 'til your body's going numb, but will it ever be enough.

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it this brokenness inside me might start healing.

I don't know what I'm doing anymore. I don't know what I wanna see. My world use to be worth living for, and now it's hard enough just to be me.

and in the end we just try to become who we was.

I wanted to change the world. But I have found that the only thing one can be sure of changing is oneself. 

you don't see the lightning , you only hear the echoes

My life is my message.

Even though a dream just appears to be something that happens to you, it is an experience that you actually construct yourself by using your own creativity and ingenuity.

Missing is about not being encircled in their arms, not feeling their warmth beside me when it is most desired. Missing is about not having an eager, listening ear that wants to hear my life story even though I am not quite comfortable telling it and it is about the comforting buzz of a text message alert that lets me know that they are still…there.  Missing is truly about me and not them because unless told…they have no idea the mark they have left.