Ludo: "Kein Typ auf der Welt kann dich glücklich machen, wenn du es nicht schon voher bist. Du musst dich selbst drum kümmern, dass du glücklich wirst. Das ist purer Egoismus, wenn du den ganzen Tag zu Hause frustriert rumsitzt und du von jemandem anders erwartest, dass der dich permanent glücklich macht. Außerdem ist es doch normal, dass man mal unglücklich ist. Ich lauf auch nicht den ganzen rum und sag: 'Hey, das leben is geil!' Wieso erwarten eigentlich immer alle, dass sie jeden Tag glücklich sind? "

Ludo: "No man in the world can make you happy if you aren’t already. You have to take care of your own happiness. It is pure selfishness to sit at home frustrated all day long and expect someone else to make you permanently happy. Besides, it is normal to be unhappy sometimes. I don’t run around all day saying: 'Hey, life is awesome!' Why does everybody expect to be happy every day?"

( ... )

"This is a story of burning bridges and allowing time to pass. This is a story of forgiveness and breaking things in my hands. This is a story of understanding you can't choose who you love. This is a story of soft skin and rats in the walls.

Well, you can't just pass along the pain that comes around, you'll go dizzy until you fall. And I know you didn't mean to let me down, but you let me down so hard.

This is a story of loaded glances and leaning in too far. This is a story of vague advances and confessions in smoky bars. So now I am walking down the sidewalk, and I am singing to myself, and I'm going to leave it all behind me now, 'cause I don't need this, I just don't need this.

Some fantasies are never meant to be realised at all. And some regrets could be prevented if you, read that writing on the wall. Oh, and sometimes you say: 'you know nothing can happen' and then she leans over and lifts off your glasses and next thing you know you're just tangled and guilty, and you've got a head full of liquor and perfume.

And when did you leave me? When did you find her? And tell me is this just what you wanted?"

Chris Pureka - Burning Bridges
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In the Easter holidays of 2007, I listened to this song (and only this song) on repeat for a week and a half. It now reminds me of somebody and something different, but I haven't stopped loving it.

"THE GUIDE TO BEING SO CHOICE aka How Sloane Peterson from Ferris Bueller’s Day Off Taught me how to be an Awesome Girlfriend.

* Get along with his friends if you don’t get along with his friends you are done. seriously. That is number 1. Even if you think his friends are uptight weirdos or hypochondriac freaks, HEY, he is friends with them for a reason, so cut the shit. You’ve probably got some weird and crappy friends too…

* Rein him in, but only when necessary you are his girlfriend, not his mother. If he wants to sing to the city on a giant float, let him do it. He’s a big man and he can deal with the consequences. You can nicely remind him, Look, if you do that there might be trouble, but if you throw a bitch fit and give him the silent treatmeant you will look fucking retarded when he has a new girlfriend on his arm from the impressive stunts he’s pulled.

* Be funny “He’s licking the glass and making obscene gestures with his hands.” simple as that.

* Be confident Look, one of the reasons Ferris loved her was because she was cool and classy lady, she didn’t stress. She uttered the words and believed “He’s gonna marry me.” She probably knows if her boyfriend was running through a backyard and saw 2 girls tanning he probably would stop and say hello, but she also knows that he would spend hours of stress and risk his neck to get her out of school to just see her. Relax. You have him. He’s not going anywhere, and if he talks to other girls who the fuck cares YOU are the one he wants to marry.

* Say Eloquent Shit did Sloane ever use the word “like” as much as you do in your daily conversation? No. Drop the habit that makes you seem like a dumb valley girl and trade it for stellar vocab terms like “warmth & compassion” and “devastatingly handsome.” Once you’ve mastered talking like an adult, you’ll be able to spew pearls of poetry like “The city looks so peaceful from up here…”

* Pack lightly ever notice how tiny Sloane’s purse was? The bigger the purse, the lamer the girl. Its called baggage for a reason.

* Be able to keep up with the boys Hey, if you’ve got cramps, take a fucking midol and strap in. You don’t ever wanna be the girlfriend who is a drag and never wants to go out. A girl who can say she cruised with the top down in a convertible, swung by the Stock Exchange, and took in a Cubs game all in one day, is sorta girl who you wanna keep around.

* Look badass in a jacket with fringe The End."

reblogged from condicondi.