Huhn ist wieder daaaa.. :D

Wer zuviel zweifelt, der verzweifelt.

Es ist eine völlig normale Konversation. Man könnte sogar so weit gehen, sie als nett zu bezeichnen. Man wechselt Worte in gepflegtem Tonfall mit einem leisen Lächeln auf dem Gesicht. Kein Streit in Sicht, nicht einmal der Hauch eines Angriffs am Horizont zu sehen. Die Sicht ist frei.
Das liegt daran, dass der Feind hinter dir steht.
Eine Sekunde der Unaufmerksamkeit, ein kurzer Blick zum Fenster, ist alles, was er braucht.
"Sag mal, habe ich dir eigentlich irgendetwas getan? Du bist schon wieder so distanziert."
Aus dem Nichts. Our of the blue, wörtlich, denn nichts indizierte diese plötzliche Wendung. Es gab keine Warnung, es gibt sie nie.
Ich kann nicht mehr.
Ich kann nicht mehr.
Ich kann nicht mehr.
Ich kann nicht mehr.
Ich kann nicht mehr.
Irgendjemand.
Bitte.

Huhn

Huhn pockt angsterfüllt, paaaanisch hinein....


AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!


OHMEINGOTTOHMEINGOTTOHMEONGOTTOHMEINGOTT!

ANGST!

ANGST?

ANGST -.-

*nein*

Something to be said for a lost cause, isn't there? I don't know. I'm not stupid, and I'm working on it, and sometimes I think it's just that I know it wouldn't, you know? Work, I mean. Maybe it's sad, but there's a certain, I dunno, solidity in that.
--Avalanche of Detour Signs

No one uses the freak as the poster child of sanity.

“God had it entirely backwards, didn’t he, all the things in the world, all the useless, petty, undusted, uncared-for, forgotten, overlooked things in the world, it’s an utter sham isn’t it, the way there are so many individual things with their individual smells and textures, and half of them warped and cracked, and green and teal being so different and there being a thousand varieties of blue at the minimum, I ask you do we need it all, and God probably doesn’t exist anyway, but if He did, that would be a joke, wouldn’t it, leaving someone alone here who can see all of it at once and knows that pink tastes different from vermillion in a certain way, that girl by the underground staircase earlier for instance with her aquamarine boots which matched not a thing about the rest of her and meant she desperately wants to be looked at, and she must certainly have been an executive in the music industry, and yes, her boyfriend had just moved out, because of the aquamarine boots and the concealer under her eyes and her wearing a scent that didn’t suit her a bit but was nevertheless a new one, just longing for a new smell about her, never fear, one of her friends will tell her by this afternoon that jasmine makes her smell like a fucking funeral, but how can one oblige, how can one look at her, how can anyone be seen at all, what with so many bloody things filling the world and not a chance of erasing any of them at the rate these millions upon millions upon billions of worthless ant-people make new ones, and them all too stupid for any of the new things to be any good, or at all fundamentally different really, why, we ought to burn it all down, it really all deserves so ripely to be incinerated, we should find a match and soak it all in gasoline and—”

You can leave before you’re finished. You can’t leave before you’re -ready-, is the thing. And ready and finished don’t always match up. But one day I’m sure you’ll be able to travel far when the wanderlust grips you and won’t let go…until then, wander closer to home, and find your feet.

— glorybetocastiel

I'm lonely, sometimes.
It's weird because when it first started, it didn't feel like anything bad or particularly malicious.
It does now. And it scares me.

IIIIIINTÖÖHRNÖÖÖÖT

Huhn schweinert rein..


INTÖÖÖÖÖHRNÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖHT!!!!

:-******

Sherlock Reichenbach what is my life

"You look sad, when you think he can’t see you. Are you OK? And don’t just say you are, because I know what that means, looking sad when you think no-one can see you."
- Molly Hooper, BAMF

221B

221B

Hier warten still zwei Männer nennenswert
Die niemals lebten und so niemals sterben:
Wie nah sie scheinen und doch weit entfernt
In jener Zeit, bevor die Welt ward Scherben.
Lausch nur, das Spiel ist immer noch im Gang
Lausch auf das fern erahnte Horrido:
England ist England noch, sind wir auch bang-
Nur, was das Herz als wahr vernimmt, ist so.

Wo Nebel gelb vor jede Sicht sich legen
Auf jenem sagenumwobenen Pfad
Spritzt der Einspänner einsam durch den Regen,
Wo fernes Gaslicht flackert’ und erstarb.
Mag alle Welt vergeh’n, es bleiben sie,
Und 1895 endet nie.

(Original von Vincent Starrett)

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Sometimes I think about telling my friends the truth.
"You need to run away from me and fast. I will hurt you. It's a thing that will happen and I can't stop it."
But I am so afraid that maybe they really would.
And then I don't.
I just want someone to stay and say that maybe I am worth it.

"Dishwater" he says. As if he's saying spectacular.

And if he was bigger, then he would be proportionately more good and more warm as well. That's simply science.

What happens when an unstoppable force hits an immovable object?
(Love?)
I appear to have dislodged some internal organs from the intensity of wanting this.

I'm not a normal person.
I don't think anyone is.

I'm going to die,
Sherlock taps out on his mobile.
Get used to it,
she replies a few seconds later.

Same becomes the definition of worse, sooner rather than later.

"John.  You know me. 
You've read me like a book."
"I once read a book about Afghanistan, too.  And then I saw it for myself."

"We'll live on starlight and crime scenes. 

Same as we always have."

Benedict's smile reminds me of Anna and for a reason that makes me inexplicably sad. I don't even know what's happening in these moments, when I see that picture and think of the way her smiles were always downwards and then one day they weren't anymore. As if she had found something. As if she had understood. At first I was angry you had fallen in love with someone else, but you seem so happy now. I didn't even know you were sad. Yesterday I found out that I am not alone in all this mess. That I am not the only one who is frustrated and exasperated and desperate, craving for a change. Not the only one depressed by how things are right now, You are a good person and I love you, this just isn't the life I hoped I'd have, that others have this too and probably ten times worse. Except no. Ten times worse is the kill. I thought about this so many times, days and days on end, every morning when I stood there at the station waiting for the train. It can't be worse for him, how does he survive, but somehow it is. He is so much stronger than I am, I see it now. But he is also only human and I am afraid that this might break something, something that should never be broken, that is irreplacable, and it scares the shit out of me. I know that I don't deserve you, but that's okay. Life isn't fair. Because I came so close to just giving it all up and running away and then there is he and underneath it all he knows that he really can't. He can't just get up one morning and get away from it all. Because this is all he has. And I think that is wonderful but right now it is mostly just horrifying. And I hope that he doesn't try anyway just because he wants to get rid of his restrains because I couldn't stand this. And is this selfish? I don't really care. Sometimes I wish I could take back all my mistakes. But then I think: What if my mother could take back hers? And isn't that stupid? I feel better now, I think I do. But can it really be that easy? Can some days of peace and quiet fix everything, fix this fucking turmoil of a mess that is exploding in your face? Because the real question is this: Do the stress and the need produce these feelings and this hatred and loss of motivation? Or do they just lower your defenses, and everything has been there before too, you just didn't see it up till now? It's a very important decision, this. All my dreams came true. I just didn't think them through. And I think please don't leave me and please stay and please hold on for selfish reasons entirely but not quite, not quite because he is a part of me now, and when I am selfish I do it for him as well, and when I do it for him I am selfish too. It's just how things are right now. Before we met I was so scared of dying. But if the end comes today this will have been enough. I'd like to say that things can't change right now, that a loss of this magnitude would just kill us all, but I know that's not true. I just wish it were. If you died, I'd go through hell to get you back. That would be easy. I'm not sure I could deal with us just drifting apart. I am a bit frightened right now, because he needs someone to talk to, but he also needs someone on whose shoulder he can just cry his eyes out. He knows this. I know this. I just don't know if he knows that he actually can. That I'd listen. Because that's what I do. It's the not knowing that drives me crazy. Not the seeing him in pain part. I can deal with that, as long as I'm there. It's the knowing he's in pain and not being there part that has me shivering. I have found a way to watch videos in my head. High definition, instant replay. It is called having regrets. I can't lose him I can't lose her I can't lose this. Except that it isn't my decision and that is what makes it bad. I think. I want to be there and I want to make it all better somehow, but I don't know how to manage that. Because my ideas normally don't work out. And it is like he said- it was a horrible day, he said, when I had a wish and I was afraid to speak my mind. For no reason at all. I just was suddenly afraid of judgement, of the reaction. I have never had that before. It felt as if I were losing myself that day, he said. And I know you don't love me, but there must be something I can do to make you a better person. Not that you'd need that. I am sure you are one of the best persons that ever lived. But it's the fate of good men to be crushed. I can't let you be crushed. Maybe I should make you bad. Can I do that? I've never been one to do bad things really, but I can change. For you I can change that. If you let me. They say when you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves. They underestimate me. I wish I could just go to That Man and tell Him what's wrong. Tell Him to watch out, to finally get His lazy ass up and do something about it, because talking sparsely helps in a world like this and because He is talking to entirely the wrong person when He does. Because He is about to lose him, if He doesn't watch out. But I can't do that. Because he wouldn't want me to, and he would find out, and then I would lose him, and here is the selfish part again. I can listen and be there, but it is his life in the end, and it's not my job to live it for him. I think. I am just so very confused. Those who can, do. Because those who can't apparently run this fucking place.

Morgen endlich wieder Sherlock auf Englisch,

RRRAAAWWW SEXY. x3

His smile has to be the most amazing thing on this planet. *drool*