Sie waren verliebt They were in love Und fast noch Kinder. And still almost children. Die Ewigkeit entfernt und doch so nah Eternity so far away and yet so close Er trug ihr Bild He carried her picture In seiner Seele In his soul Niemand wird verstehn, No one will understand Was dann am Meer geschah What happen then at the sea.
Louise - mein Herz Louise - my heart Du bist so schön You’re so beautiful Die Rosen wollen verblühn wenn sie dich sehn The roses want to fade when they see you Louise - mein Herz Louise - my heart Du musst verstehn You have to understand Nur ohne dich wird unsere Liebe währn Just without you our love will continue
Die Zeit verrinnt Time is running out. Die Blätter fallen The leaves fall Nacht schwebt heran, Night is coming Tag ohne wiederkehr Day without coming back Ein Schatten naht A shadow is coming Verdunkelt alle Welt Darkens everything Löscht deine Schritte, Deletes your steps Nimmt dich mit, Takes you with it Dich fort Away
Louise - mein Herz Louise - my heart Wo willst du hin? Where are you going? Das Wasser trägt uns jetzt ins Morgenlicht The water carries us into the moonlight Louise - so kalt Louise - so cold Und es wird still And it’s silent Umsorgt von der Unendlichkeit des Augenblicks Cared for by the eternity of this moment Er ist da It’s here Er ist da It’s here
Louise - mein Herz Louise - my heart Vergib mir nicht Don’t forgive me Die Welt hält an, The world stops Will sich nicht weiter drehn It doesn’t want to continue to turn Louise - und doch Louise - and still Die Schuld trifft dich It’s your fault Ich ließ dich gehen, I let you go Aber du verlässt mich nicht But you’re not leaving me
Wellen über mir Waves above me Greifen nach uns voller Gier Reach for us full of greed Kein Wort, kein Weg bringt dich zurück No word, no way can bring you back
Louise - mein Herz Louise - my heart Jetzt komm zur Ruh Now come to rest Mit meinen Tränen decken wir uns zu, We cover ourselves in tears Ich und du Me and you Ich und du Me and you
It appalls me often how little people know about what to say to someone who’s depressed or depressed to the point of considering suicide.
I’ve been depressed for most of my life, for numerous reasons, and probably the only people that actually talk to me about it in the right way or try and get me out of a suicidal slump are people that have been trained to know what to do (i.e. psychiatrists, suicide hotline people, etc.).
Before I continue, please note that this post isn’t directed at anyone in particular; if you’ve previously tried to console me and haven’t done it appropriately, it’s not your fault, and I’m not trying to take things out on you. In general, I think it will do everyone a bit of good to know about this stuff since I’m not the only one going through this, and a lot of people only learn about the right things to say after it’s already too late. I don’t want anyone to have to go through that any more than they might have already.
Honestly, Trish would have been more surprised if they hadn’t developed superpowers from her GCSE chemistry project.
“At least it wasn’t biology.”
Lauren lounged through the cushions of the raggedy waiting room sofa, occasionally flickering back into the physical plane to check her smartphone. The room smelled of misplaced carbon atoms, which Trish hadn’t realised she hated until just now, and she couldn’t stop broadcasting her thoughts. At least the receptionist was wearing a headset that seemed to function as both psychic interference and a direct line to her girlfriend, because she’d been smiling for the past ten minutes for no reason whatsoever and no matter how hard Trish squinted at her, she couldn’t work out why.
Meanwhile, she was getting a blast of boredboredboredbored and the same three lines of a Wanted song over and over from Lauren whenever she phased back, and she wasn’t even trying to hear that.
“Can you imagine that? Unassuming student by day, hero with the power of a dissected pig kidney by night! Shit.” The last was less a comment on the image of Pig Kidney Lass and more because Lauren’s thumb had just gone straight through her phone’s touchscreen and it was currently emitting loud purple sparks. “D’you think mum will buy me a new one if we pass first time?”
“Become a supervillain,” Trish said, now narrowing her eyes one at a time in case that had some effect on her range. She was short-sighted in her left, so maybe that was a brain thing. The receptionist’s mind remained closed. “You could just steal one. Carphone Warehouse doesn’t have multi-wards, I heard.”
“They’ve got sorcerers working for them, though.”
“Oh, right. Hey, can you think of a colour for a second?”
“I said think!” Trish threw her pencil case at Lauren’s head. The attack failed spectacularly, and she slumped back down through her friend’s legs onto the sofa. Halfway out of her thigh, Lauren’s toes wiggled a hello at her, so she stuffed her bag over them. Anyway, Lauren had been thinking of blue. She’d heard it, obviously, but they were also both still in their uniforms, and Lauren was nothing if not predictable.
A bell on the desk chimed. Both girls looked up eagerly, and a prim voice echoed through the speakers above the entrance.
“Ms. Trent and Ms. Peterson to Interview Room Eight, please.”
“That’s us!” Lauren whispered, in case it had been talking to two other girls in the empty waiting room. It hadn’t. Trish knew this because they’d already gone around the chairs testing for invisible people, and besides, they were being beckoned at by the receptionist.
Sometimes I wish the Homestuck fandom would notice the amazing that is Zork and Colossal Cave Adventure and all of the text adventure games that made up early interactive computer fiction and created the witty, comic format that makes Adventure Sleuth and Homestuck and all of their internet kin fun to read.
THERE IS SO MUCH POTENTIAL AND IT IS UNTAPPED…
THE SCRATCHED SESSION STARTS WITH A KID STANDING OUTSIDE A WHITE HOUSE WITH A MAILBOX.
“That’s when it hit me: Asexual Awareness Week isn’t important because we’re an ignored and marginalized minority, but because most of the population doesn’t know any better. The goal of Asexual Awareness Week is not to convince anyone that sex is bad, or that somehow, in our non-sexual state, we’re better than people who enjoy intercourse in one form or another. We don’t want to sway people to take sides where there are none. The purpose is right there in the title: we are raising awareness. We want to increase visibility. This activism is about an education not an agenda; we’re not asking for anything other than acknowledgement of our existence – and perhaps a little understanding on the side.”—Megan Christopher (via hope-for-a-better-asexual-future)