Meh I really liked your blog but then I read that you listen to burzum .. c'mon man you can't be for real supporting a literal murderer .. sorry but unfollowed :/
It's fine if you don't want to follow me anymore; honestly, I don't really understand why you're even sharing this with me. But to your point, I'd like to add that it's always been a rather troublesome point of argument for me. Certainly Varg Vikernes is a monster from a human point of view and I can't relate to his ideological thinking, nor would I try to justify his atrocities in any way, because I don't want to and simply can't; But his songs, which are completely free of his ideology and other thinking, I find beautiful and I appreciate his talent in this area. Attached is a text passage from the song "Dunkelheit" by Burzum:
When night falls she cloaks the world in impenetrable darkness. A chill rises from the soil and contaminates the air suddenly life has new meaning.
Personally, I am able to look at art separately from the artist, but I also understand if this is not possible for some people.
Es funkelt früh am Morgen schon wenn ich die Augen aufgemacht befreit mich so des Kummers schnell welchem ich im Traum bedacht.
Ein kleiner Wegbegleiter mir der zu meinem Herzen fand sich kühlend auf mein Haupte legt und freudig rinnt von Hand zu Hand.
Der mir dabei die Sorgen raubt wenn die Welt auch grau erscheint. Ich bin um deine Rückkehr froh mein Morgentau, der du mich einst.
by Weltenasche.
Can we be pen pals so you can send me such beautiful letters? 😇🥰
Shouldn't we become friends for that first?
So you don't have any preferences when it comes to women?
I did not say that. Preferences are human and it would be strange if I lacked them. I just find the division into thick and thin too meaningless, since many other factors play into it. And I don’t even necessarily mean the interplay of character and appearance; that just adds complexity and depth.
Rather, I mean small, almost inconspicuous details, such as not standing out from a large group of people or the lighting up of deep-looking eyes that can talk for hours about their passion.
Viele lange Jahre schon
atmen wir die gleiche Luft
und fasse ich an meine Brust
so spüre ich die tiefe Kluft.
Viele lange Nächte schon
verbrachte ich allein für mich
und streift ein einzelner Gedanke mich
so ist er meist bedauerlich.
Viel zu lange schon
war ich nicht was du erhofft
doch nicht genug
das war ich oft.
In deinen fremden Augen stets
war ich nur der spitze Dorn
doch eines Wunsches sind wir gleich:
Wär' ich doch nur nie geborn.
by Weltenasche.
Da du in deiner Antwort über deine Interessen auch Philosophie erwähnt hast und viel über deine Gefühle gegenüber dem Leben ausgedrückt hast würde mich interessieren, wie du selbst zum Tod stehst?
Ohne ihn romantisieren zu wollen, erkenne ich in seiner Gewissheit eine Freiheit, die ich im Leben vergeblich suchte.
Gymbros like you are a real embarrassment for the community. I can tell you from your physique alone which training plan you follow and that you are only concerned with "show muscles" and that there is no strength behind it. Surely you already have a blatant bad posture because your arms and chest are more important than your back because it is not seen in the mirror ? Always the same with people like you. Bet you also make 30 videos for tik tok before even touching a weight 😂😂😓poser boy 😂
I can see my back in the mirror just fine. Maybe yours is broken?
Deep into the dark of night
a single seed was cast to earth;
buried with no star in sight
hoping for a loving birth.
And a flower was to rise
from the dusty ground it grew;
could I really trust my eyes
when all I saw in it was you?
And I watered it with tears
and given it your name;
still it wilted in its fears
was I the one to blame?
by Weltenasche.
„Der, so sich zum Tier macht, befreit sich von dem Leid, ein Mensch zu sein.“ | 25
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