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Everyone says that love hurts, but that's not true. Loneliness hurts. Rejection hurts. Losing someone hurts. Everyone confuse these things with love, but in reality, love is the only thing in this world that covers up all the pain, and makes us feel wonderful again.

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Jun
2014
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Jun
2014
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24th
Jun
2014
1 month ago
howlscastleisburning asked: Hello there, I just wanted to stop by and tell you how glad I am this blog exists, it's awesome. I'm a big fan of Mädchen in Uniform as well and if you ever need someone to translate (for example this interview with Dorothea) you can come to me! :) My mother tongue is German and I'm taking English as a major so that won't be a problem. Have a great day!

Hey there, Elisa! I’m Therese by the way. If there’s one thing that sure makes me happy, are getting to know real MiU(Madchen in Unifotm) fans here on tumblr! It is great to meet you. Your blog is wonderful, I like the things you post. Perhaps I should make a personal blog here for me too. Hee hee. I’ve always wanted to speak German. I am practicing on my own, and I know a couple of simple phrases. Dorothea Wieck intrigued me about her beauty, her upbringing, and if she really is a lesbian in real life. She inspires me to learn to speak her language! I will do my best to look for more Dorothea/ MiU articles on the web. I have not been online bc of work. It requires me to travel sometimes, and I really do miss updating and posting miss Wieck’s pictures. I will do that on the weekends, I hope. Have a great day! :D

30th
Apr
2014
3 months ago
7:42am • answer post • 2 notes
24th
Jan
2014
7 months ago

22nd
Jan
2014
7 months ago
12:05pm • photo post • 3 notes
Tags: DW, Dorothea Wieck, love, german, actress, colorized, 1930's, weimar,

22nd
Jan
2014
7 months ago
11:57am • photo post • 7 notes
Tags: DW, Dorothea Wieck, vintage, colorized, love, german, actress, weimar, 1930's,

22nd
Jan
2014
7 months ago
11:56am • photo post • 3 notes
Tags: DW, Dorothea Wieck, colorized, vintage, love, german, actress, diva, 1930's,

I want to kiss you.
Like big, fat kisses. Or angels, or stars.
Or something, I don’t know.
Love poems never make sense to me.
Poets say things like, “Your teeth are flowers.”
or, “Your eyes are miracles.” But you
aren’t miracles. Or flowers. 
You are some sweet girl with a pretty smile
and a shaky heart. Come kiss me.
I’m inlove with the miracle of  your body, beside my body.

I want to kiss you.

Like big, fat kisses. Or angels, or stars.

Or something, I don’t know.

Love poems never make sense to me.

Poets say things like, “Your teeth are flowers.”

or, “Your eyes are miracles.” But you

aren’t miracles. Or flowers.

You are some sweet girl with a pretty smile

and a shaky heart. Come kiss me.

I’m inlove with the miracle of  your body, beside my body.

10th
Jan
2014
7 months ago

Elisabeth didn’t want to abandon the girl, she only did what she had to, because it just couldn’t be. It was the right kind of love in a wrong time. Elisabeth had left the school 3 years before, back when Manuela was 14 years old, back when they were presumed by the whole student body, as love birds. Elisabeth had to get away, to leave Manuela, her job, her life in Potsdam. 
At the back of her mind, Manuela was all she could think about. The girl should live a normal high school life. She will succeed without me. Elisabeth would say.
Manuela has matured over the years. No more the naive little girl she was once. She is now 16, and will be graduating…without EvB.
She wondered where fraulein von Bernburg was, what she was doing with her life, if she was happy…if she had a lady love. Manuela cringes, and brushes of the idea. She looks at the photograph on her hand, what seems to be, her and her teacher. In the photo, Elisabeth has her arm over Manuela’s shoulder. The young girl was smiling with all her teeth out, and same as EvB ever was, with her subtle, yet pretty grin. Manuela places the photograph back under her pillow.
She stood up from her bed, heads towards the big windows at the end of the dorm room. It was a warm day. Leaves were falling from the tall trees, as the breeze blew them away in some sort of a dance. She stares at sepia skies, and wondered if EvB was thinking about her at that moment too.
The entrance door opens suddenly, laughter and singing came along with it. Manuela turns her head over her shoulder to see Edalgard by the door. 
Manuela, hurry! Its about to start. You don’t want frau Uberin to scold you again. 
Manuela,chuckles. Of course, I’m going now. 
It was time for graduation. 
Manuela heads out towards the door, but before she closes the door behind her, she stares at the empty dormitory, (insert melancholic song here. Listen to this: Yiruma- Kiss The Rain)
Manuela stares on. She remembers the first night she spent in the dorm. She was with Edelgard. Tears were on her eyes, as her friend comforted her. EvB was at the door. She approached the girls, and told her one of the most important things she’ll never forget, To always…be happy.
For 3 years, that’s exactly what Manuela had been doing. Even if EvB wasn’t there anymore, deep down she didn’t need reminding from her. She thought of, perhaps somewhere, EvB would be happy to know that she’s doing well. 
Manuela, smiles at the thought. Then her mind brings her back when EvB kissed her good night on the lips. How could she not forget that? EvB had showed her a part of who she really is. She showed Manuela, that she likes her in a different way.
That one kiss, opened doors to EvB’s heart, a chance to get closer to her, and it was Fraulein von bernburg who conceded it in the first place.
She thought, if it’s not meant to be, then maybe, it’s not meant to be..for now. If she were older, will EvB embrace and take all of who she is? Will they run away together, and live their happily ever after’s? 
A childish idea, she thought, but she cannot deny her heart that, it’s exactly what she wants to happen.
Just her, and Elisabeth. No more a student, no more of the teacher title.
She wonders if EvB had thoughts about that.
She sighs, and bites her lower lip.
Manuela takes a last look, and finally closes the door behind her.
Far from the convent school, far from Potsdam, lives a pretty, young lady with dark ear length brunette locks. This woman resides high above a mountain,across a sea in a big spanish oriental house. 
The slim figured woman is seen standing on a balcony surrounded by white and yellow roses. A breath taking view of the ocean is infront of her. She looks ahead, feeling the breeze blow on her hair.
"Elisabeth" A frail looking woman calls out on her.
Elisabeth’s piercing dark blue eyes directed her attention towards the call. 
"Are you okay?" The woman asked Elisabeth.
"Yes. I’m fine." Elisabeth responds.
"Okay then. Dinner will be ready in 10 minutes. We’re happy to have you back home, sister." 
Elisabeth simply smiles back, and the woman leaves her to herself again.
Elisabeth takes her seat at the grand piano inside the room. She pauses at first, then presses a key on the piano, then a another one, which leads to more. It played a tune to a song entitled, so nimm denn meine hande. It was the song always played in St. Agusta’s. 
She plays happily, until the thought of the girl she fell in love with came to mind. She stops playing, and a tear fell on her hand on the piano. 
"Manuela." Elisabeth spoke softly.

 

Elisabeth didn’t want to abandon the girl, she only did what she had to, because it just couldn’t be. It was the right kind of love in a wrong time. Elisabeth had left the school 3 years before, back when Manuela was 14 years old, back when they were presumed by the whole student body, as love birds. Elisabeth had to get away, to leave Manuela, her job, her life in Potsdam. 

At the back of her mind, Manuela was all she could think about. The girl should live a normal high school life. She will succeed without me. Elisabeth would say.

Manuela has matured over the years. No more the naive little girl she was once. She is now 16, and will be graduating…without EvB.

She wondered where fraulein von Bernburg was, what she was doing with her life, if she was happy…if she had a lady love. Manuela cringes, and brushes of the idea. She looks at the photograph on her hand, what seems to be, her and her teacher. In the photo, Elisabeth has her arm over Manuela’s shoulder. The young girl was smiling with all her teeth out, and same as EvB ever was, with her subtle, yet pretty grin. Manuela places the photograph back under her pillow.

She stood up from her bed, heads towards the big windows at the end of the dorm room. It was a warm day. Leaves were falling from the tall trees, as the breeze blew them away in some sort of a dance. She stares at sepia skies, and wondered if EvB was thinking about her at that moment too.

The entrance door opens suddenly, laughter and singing came along with it. Manuela turns her head over her shoulder to see Edalgard by the door. 

Manuela, hurry! Its about to start. You don’t want frau Uberin to scold you again. 

Manuela,chuckles. Of course, I’m going now. 

It was time for graduation. 

Manuela heads out towards the door, but before she closes the door behind her, she stares at the empty dormitory, (insert melancholic song here. Listen to this: Yiruma- Kiss The Rain)

Manuela stares on. She remembers the first night she spent in the dorm. She was with Edelgard. Tears were on her eyes, as her friend comforted her. EvB was at the door. She approached the girls, and told her one of the most important things she’ll never forget, To always…be happy.

For 3 years, that’s exactly what Manuela had been doing. Even if EvB wasn’t there anymore, deep down she didn’t need reminding from her. She thought of, perhaps somewhere, EvB would be happy to know that she’s doing well. 

Manuela, smiles at the thought. Then her mind brings her back when EvB kissed her good night on the lips. How could she not forget that? EvB had showed her a part of who she really is. She showed Manuela, that she likes her in a different way.

That one kiss, opened doors to EvB’s heart, a chance to get closer to her, and it was Fraulein von bernburg who conceded it in the first place.

She thought, if it’s not meant to be, then maybe, it’s not meant to be..for now. If she were older, will EvB embrace and take all of who she is? Will they run away together, and live their happily ever after’s? 

A childish idea, she thought, but she cannot deny her heart that, it’s exactly what she wants to happen.

Just her, and Elisabeth. No more a student, no more of the teacher title.

She wonders if EvB had thoughts about that.

She sighs, and bites her lower lip.

Manuela takes a last look, and finally closes the door behind her.

Far from the convent school, far from Potsdam, lives a pretty, young lady with dark ear length brunette locks. This woman resides high above a mountain,across a sea in a big spanish oriental house. 

The slim figured woman is seen standing on a balcony surrounded by white and yellow roses. A breath taking view of the ocean is infront of her. She looks ahead, feeling the breeze blow on her hair.

"Elisabeth" A frail looking woman calls out on her.

Elisabeth’s piercing dark blue eyes directed her attention towards the call. 

"Are you okay?" The woman asked Elisabeth.

"Yes. I’m fine." Elisabeth responds.

"Okay then. Dinner will be ready in 10 minutes. We’re happy to have you back home, sister." 

Elisabeth simply smiles back, and the woman leaves her to herself again.

Elisabeth takes her seat at the grand piano inside the room. She pauses at first, then presses a key on the piano, then a another one, which leads to more. It played a tune to a song entitled, so nimm denn meine hande. It was the song always played in St. Agusta’s. 

She plays happily, until the thought of the girl she fell in love with came to mind. She stops playing, and a tear fell on her hand on the piano. 

"Manuela." Elisabeth spoke softly.

 

Just because someone doesn’t love you the way you want them to,
doesn’t mean they don’t love you, with everything they have.

Just because someone doesn’t love you the way you want them to,

doesn’t mean they don’t love you, with everything they have.

09th
Jan
2014
7 months ago

09th
Jan
2014
7 months ago

09th
Jan
2014
7 months ago

29th
Dec
2013
7 months ago

A Thousand Years by Christina Perri. 
A young Hertha and older Dorothea.

A Thousand Years by Christina Perri. 

A young Hertha and older Dorothea.

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