I can hold my tears ‘till someone asks me what’s wrong, then I burst out crying

if someone you love hurts, you cry a river, build a brigde and get over it.

Advent, my english brennt Do you speak English? -Me not.... =) I am sleeping very well in my quietsching Bettgestell. But today in dieser Nacht, is that Scheißteil zamgekracht. So I hope that dir das not passiert and that my Englisch better wird. When the snow falls wunderbar And the children happy are, When the Glatteis on the street, And we all a Gluehwein need, Then you know, es ist soweit: She is here, the Weihnachtszeit. Every Parkhaus is besetzt, Weil die people fahren jetzt All to Kaufhof, Mediamarkt, Kriegen nearly Herzinfarkt. Shopping hirnverbrannte things And the Christmasglocke rings. Merry Christmas, merry Christmas, Hear the music, see the lights, Frohe Weihnacht, Frohe Weihnacht, Merry Christmas allerseits ... Mother in the kitchen bakes Schoko-, Nuss- and Mandelkeks Daddy in the Nebenraum Schmücks a Riesen-Weihnachtsbaum He is hanging auf the balls, Then he from the Leiter falls ... Finally the Kinderlein To the Zimmer kommen rein And es sings the family Schauerlich: \"Oh, Chistmastree!\" And then jeder in the house Is packing die Geschenke aus. Merry Christmas, merry Christmas, Hear the music, see the lights, Frohe Weihnacht, Frohe Weihnacht, Merry Christmas allerseits ... Mama finds unter the Tanne Eine brandnew Teflon-Pfanne, Papa gets a Schlips and Socken, Everybody does frohlocken. President speaks in TiVi, All around is Harmonie. Bis mother in the kitchen runs: Im Ofen burns the Weihnachtsgans. And so comes die Feuerwehr With Tatü, tata daher, And they bring a long, long Schlauch And a long, long Leiter auch. And they cry - \"Wasser marsch!\", Christmas das is now im Arsch ... Merry Christmas, merry Christmas, Hear the music, see the lights, Frohe Weihnacht, Frohe Weihnacht, Merry Christmas allerseits... (unbekannter Künstler)

my shoulders are strong but you can cry on them too ........Lemonade Mouth Love it ♥

Don't cry over the past, it's gone. Don't stress about the future, it hasn't arrived. Live in the present and make it beautiful. ♥

Liar Liar...don´t cry on my shoulder!..you play with fire !!!

Theodor Fontane: JOHN MAYNARD "John Maynard." "Who is John Maynard?" "John Maynard was our helmsman true. To solid land he carried us through. He died for us; his praise we sing. John Maynard." From Detroid to Buffalo As mist sprays her bow like flakes of snow Over lake Erie the 'Swallow' takes flight And every heart is joyful and light. In the dusk the passengers all Can already make out the dimn landfall, And approaching John Maynard, their hearts free of care, They ask of their helmsman, "Are we almost there?" He looks around and towards the shore: "Still 30 minutes ... A half hour more." All hearts are happy, all hearts are light Then out of the hold comes a crie of fright. "Fire!" it is, that terrified shout. From the cabin and hatch black smoke pours out. Smoke, then fire and flames aglow And still 20 minutes to Buffalo. And the passengers, in a colorful crowd Stand passed together on the bow. Up on the bow there is still air and light But the smoke at the helm forms a thick, dark night. "Where are we? Where?" the men must know And still 15 minutes to Buffalo. The wind grows strong but the smoke cloud stays. To the helm the captain turns his gaze. The helmsman is hidden by the raging fires But through the bullhorn the captain enquires: "Still there, John Maynard?" "Yes, Sir. I am." "Onto the beach! Into the surf!" "Yes, Sir. That's my plan." And the people cry: "Hold on! Hallo!" And still 10 minutes to Buffalo. "Still there, John Maynard?" And the answer is clear, Though with dying voice:"Yes, Sir. I'm still here." And in the surf, rocks, obstacles afloat, into their midst he plunges the boat. To be saved, it's the only way to go. Salvation: The shores of Buffalo! The fire is out. The ship's run aground. All are saved. Only one can't be found. The bells ring out, their notes all fly From churches and chaples to heaven on high. The city is still but for funeral bells. For one service only the sad sound swells: In the procession ten thousand go by, Or maybe more - and not one dry eye. With layers of flowers the grave they soften. Under more flowers they burn the coffin. With golden script in marble stone The city has its tribute shown: "Here lies John Maynard! In smoke and fire He held fast to the wheel; he did not tire. He saved our lives, our noble king. He died for us; his praise we sing. John Maynard."

>Let´s cry, say fuck you and smile dabei!<

To me, "fearless" is not the absence of fear. It's not being completely unafraid. To me, fearless is having fears. Fearless is having doubts. Lots of them. To me, fearless is living in spite of those things that scare you to death. Fearless is falling madly in love again, even though you've been hurt before. Fearless is walking into your freshmen year of high school at fifteen. Fearless is getting back up and fighting for what you want over and over again … even though every time you've tried before, you've lost. It's fearless to have that someday things will change. Fearless is having the courage to say goodbye to someone who only hurts you, even if you can't breathe without them. I think it's fearless to fall for your best friend, even though he's in love with someone else. And when someone apologizes to you enough times for things they'll never stop doing, I think it's fearless to top believing them. It's fearless to say, "you're NOT sorry", and walk away. I think loving someone despite what people think is fearless. I think allowing yourself to cry on the bathroom floor is fearless. Letting go is fearless. Then, moving on and being alright … That's fearless too. But no matter what love throws at you, you have to believe in it. You have to believe in love stories and prince charmings and happily ever after. That's why I write these songs. Because I think love is fearless.