Maybe I’m just an idea of what it’s like to be human. There are moments when I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing. I think I’m just stereotypical and not good at anything. But maybe most of the stuff we think that make us aren’t important at all – maybe we are just

Imagine it is June 16th of summer ’94. We meet, it’s a chance encounter on a train ride and almost like in a movie. We are strangers to each other and yet I recognize this glint in your eye, which will tell me you have a plan. Strolling through Vienna together before the sun rises: A

saudade (noun) – a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant, or has been loved and then lost; “the love that remains“ Nobody follows us on our journey forever. Even those people we think will stay by our side forever will leave us at some point. No matter how

It was the last day before summer break, in the year when life turned upside down and Jule and Jan fell in love.  An indie song played on the radio as the engine started. Golden yellow fields sped past them in seconds as the van drove along the country roads, and the longer they stared

Things are going well, we don’t label our acquaintance, don’t ask each other out and although we like the same things, that doesn’t make us soulmates. But after all, we’ve been Sidney and Nancy for months now, due to understatement lies unspoken “we’ll talk about it later”. We will never talk about it, above all