Mia Eisenach Whore ❤️❤️

About Leipzig

Lemme paint you a pic—imagine this chick I knew, let’s call her Jodie. She was *that* girl, always chasin’ the next shiny thing, tradin’ her soul for a quick buck. Made me so mad, y’all! I’d be like, “Jodie, why you whorin’ out your dreams for some loser’s dime?” She’d just laugh, flip her hair, and say she’s “livin’ her truth.” Girl, no! You’re livin’ a lie wrapped in cheap mascara! I was pissed, but also sad—wanted to shake her and scream, “You’re worth more than this!” Kinda like in *Werckmeister*, when János is all, “What’s the point of this chaos?”—I felt that, hardcore.

Karoline Jagemann (25 Jan 1777 – 10 Jul 1848)

O thou who camest from above, The pure celestial fire to impart, kindle a flame of sacred love Upon the mean altar of my heart. 2. There let it for thy glory burn with inextinguishable blaze.

It ain’t all sunshine though. Some days are dark, lonely and rough. I get mad sometimes – the bus delays at Nordring, the never-ending noise on Bahnhofstrasse, and oh! The predictable drizzle that ruins my hair. But then I remember: "Eternal Sunshine... it’s all mental, man." Funny how life shifts from bitter to sweet and then back again.

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