theres something about being disabled and needing to sit down constantly in public spaces that makes you notice how often benches are put up as tributes and memorials. and before i hit an age where i really started to need them as frequently i think i never fully understood the sentiment but now its become very endearing to me. a bit of relief and care for you in the name of someone who offered us the same… i dont think i had a point with this post but i hope everyone thats been memorialized as such knows how loved they were to become synonymous with respite even to total strangers
Auf einem Häuserblocke sitzt er breit. Die Winde lagern schwarz um seine Stirn. Er schaut voll Wut, wo fern in Einsamkeit Die letzten Häuser in das Land verirrn.
Vom Abend glänzt der rote Bauch dem Baal, Die großen Städte knieen um ihn her. Der Kirchenglocken ungeheure Zahl Wogt auf zu ihm aus schwarzer Türme Meer.
Wie Korybanten-Tanz dröhnt die Musik Der Millionen durch die Straßen laut. Der Schlote Rauch, die Wolken der Fabrik Ziehn auf zu ihm, wie Duft von Weihrauch blaut.
Das Wetter schwält in seinen Augenbrauen. Der dunkle Abend wird in Nacht betäubt. Die Stürme flattern, die wie Geier schauen Von seinem Haupthaar, das im Zorne sträubt.
Er streckt ins Dunkel seine Fleischerfaust. Er schüttelt sie. Ein Meer von Feuer jagt Durch eine Straße. Und der Glutqualm braust Und frißt sie auf, bis spät der Morgen tagt.
Georg Heym
i need 40yo me come from the future right fucking now and say don't worry wait a little longer it's gonna be okay you'll find your place
Budapest, Hungary
Alpine Lakes Wilderness, WA
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actually, growing up is feeling like i turned sixteen two days ago. i’ve been eighteen for years. fifteen year olds seem so young. wasn’t i fifteen just a few weeks ago? all my friends and i are still twelve. i’m closer to thirty than to being a baby. i never got to be a kid. i never grew past eight. i can’t talk to my mom. i want to sit in her lap forever. i want to decide everything for myself. i need someone to tell me exactly what to do. the week is going by so slow. an entire year has passed.
here's the thing. I don't think that men and women can't be friends. I do think, however, that some men can't be friends with women. bc they are misogynists and don't see women as people. so if you as a man say men and women can't be friends I think you're telling on yourself