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spend an evening doing intense german exercises and then try to spell “kentucky bourbon”. bye-lingual.

my great-aunts put together an amazing document about our family history going back to the early 19th century, it’s a fascinating read. the most frequently occurring phrases are "was bestowed the purple skufia" and "drowned in the river."

grandpa died 5 years ago. i got no pictures of him, but he looked a little bit like david lynch. i never skip a david lynch video on social media. it feels like going to a dear grave. now when david lynch is also dead i hope he’s fine with being a portal of love.

i mean my whole english speaking identity was built on top of brian molko pronouncing “source” in that magical way. turns out he was saying a different word, oh well.

turns out in placebos’s “picture” it’s not “goodbye to open source” but “to open sores”. 1. vowels are stupid. 2. i spent 22 years in lies and my whole coming of age thing was based on a lie.

makes sense! lol i guess i’ve never met an nt who were into fishing. every conversation about dead fish ended up being an hour long lecture on lures and pike traps 💀

wait. in this example, isn’t the special interest of the person — fishing? 🤔

the whole content of my brain (nothing else fits) is katya chanting ashtanga opening mantra www.reddit.com/r/TrixieAndK...

lover (verbe transitif, français): to coil / to furl

a night of watching moonrise, shooting stars, and northern lights from a hot tub of muddy water on the shore of lynn canal

thyme is abloom in the mountains. we picked some, shoved it in the front pocket of my backpack, and the whole descent happened in the cloud of its smell. i am become thyme (the destroyer of all).

membership in the cutest communal garden on tempelhofer feld is a gift that keeps on giving opportunities to go “guys come on don’t do that there are plants growing” with a big frown at groups of people who’re just enjoying the weather and ruining your raised beds

bit of an o. henry situation: neighbors called the cops on our yoga studio for disturbance of peace when the disciples were chanting mantras for world peace and harmony (by the time the cops banged on the door everyone was already lying silently in corpse pose, so no harm done)

miraculous berlin communion: yawned and dropped my phone to a trash bin at u8 leinestrasse. with no fear dove shoulder deep and fished it out! my glowing hand eeling between used needles and puke, coming back unsullied.

с днем рождения! when life gives you lemon pastries — enjoy them 🍋✨

оооо хохо я только что уехала от них 🥲

такой милый постер к новому фильму озона, все роли играют грибочки