Snippets of Writing

Writer and Photographer
Based in Bremen, Germany.

(by a.n.k.i.)

and another one of my pictures…the good thing is, it always comes to the surface sooner or later when your work is used by someone else.another good thing is, that the tumblr’s they are posted on are to 99% percent all collections of someone else’s works and the owners of these tumblrs don’t claim to have created the artwork displayed on them.
have never heard of love-england either..

(by a.n.k.i.)

and another one of my pictures…
the good thing is, it always comes to the surface sooner or later when your work is used by someone else.
another good thing is, that the tumblr’s they are posted on are to 99% percent all collections of someone else’s works and the owners of these tumblrs don’t claim to have created the artwork displayed on them.

have never heard of love-england either..


. (by a.n.k.i.)

how weird that I have to REBLOG my own photographs from other people’s tumblrs who didn’t even send me a note with a link to the post. i don’t even expect people to ASK for my consent anymore before they post a picture of mine somewhere, though my work is copyrighted which is clearly stated on my flickr.it would be nice to ask for permission first and then send me a link to the post after I have agreed (which is quite probable as long as your tumblr isn’t filled with weird stuff).sigh.i don’t even know this hellanne person whatsoever.

. (by a.n.k.i.)

how weird that I have to REBLOG my own photographs from other people’s tumblrs who didn’t even send me a note with a link to the post.
i don’t even expect people to ASK for my consent anymore before they post a picture of mine somewhere, though my work is copyrighted which is clearly stated on my flickr.
it would be nice to ask for permission first and then send me a link to the post after I have agreed (which is quite probable as long as your tumblr isn’t filled with weird stuff).
sigh.
i don’t even know this hellanne person whatsoever.

Blurry memories
of a strange dream, or nightmare.
I brush off the dirt.


June 26th, 2010

restless soul

I’m safe in this place,
But then again I feel that
I don’t belong here.

Confusion

I feel stupid around you
and you mess up my mind. 

I somehow miss you,
like, all the time.

I even dreamt of you
last night.

Misunderstanding

I’m different from
what I think you think I am
and never will be.

So leave me alone.
I am not here to fulfill
your blind fantasies.