"Every stone I turn has diamonds under it."
Peter, on reading only women authors for a year
24 years old. Queer. New York. BA in Gender Studies. Counseling student. Germanophile, writer, reader (see my books here), feminist, runner, writer, lover, Nerdfighter. More about me :) In recovery from an eating disorder & PTSD, living with depression. Trigger warnings always apply, please take gentle care. What's up, babycakes?
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"When Beethoven passed away, he was buried in a churchyard. A couple days later, the town drunk was walking through the cemetery and heard some strange noise coming from the area where Beethoven was buried. Terrified, the drunk ran and got the priest to come and listen to it. The priest bent close to the grave and heard some faint, unrecognizable music coming from the grave. Frightened, the priest ran and got the town magistrate. When the magistrate arrived, he bent his ear to the grave, listened for a moment, and said, “Ah, yes, that’s Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony, being played backwards.” He listened a while longer, and said, “There’s the Eighth Symphony, and it’s backwards, too. Most puzzling.” So the magistrate kept listening; “There’s the Seventh, the Sixth, the Fifth.” Suddenly the realization of what was happening dawned on the magistrate; he stood up and announced to the crowd that had gathered in the cemetery, “My fellow citizens, there’s nothing to worry about. It’s just Beethoven decomposing.”"
today: up. breakfast & shower. mall for interview outfit eep. home to drop off car. bus to campus. visit event put on by my potential employers to get a sense of what they are all about. quick lunch with David on campus (leftover soup + a bagel). bus home to do housework etc. shift from 5 - 7 pm. hang out with David. dinner (orange night aHAha). read more Screwtape Letters. bed early for running tomorrow!
One of the most painful things is having been a huge part of two little boys’ lives from ages 9 months to nearly four and then not being allowed to see them or talk to them. I wonder if they even remember me.
embroidering handkerchiefs as thank-you-for-baptizing-me gifts for my pastors & watching Veggie Tales with my teddy bear and dog while sipping water out of my “die Sendung mit der Maus” water bottle, texting with my boyfriend, and wearing leggings + dog socks + a huge t-shirt of my uncle’s
this is me :)
“The text is about a duck singing her chicks to sleep with dreams of how they’ll all fly off over the Danube.” - Peter
sleep well tumblrverse <3