today: up a bit late (on purpose!). read Proverbs, write poem, pray. chill for a bit. shower, read, and breakfast. class 9:30 - 12. HOME. lunch. pants shopping. :( get interview outfit. this is IMPORTANT even if it sucks. grah. home and de-stress. dinner: grilled macaroni and cheese & tomato soup oh God. 7 pm: Beauty and the Beast musical!!!!!!! (David’s Valentine’s Day gift to me was these tickets)

today: up a bit late (on purpose!). read Proverbs, write poem, pray. chill for a bit. shower, read, and breakfast. class 9:30 - 12. HOME. lunch. pants shopping. :( get interview outfit. this is IMPORTANT even if it sucks. grah. home and de-stress. dinner: grilled macaroni and cheese & tomato soup oh God. 7 pm: Beauty and the Beast musical!!!!!!! (David’s Valentine’s Day gift to me was these tickets)

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kaydolfhitler:

My friend from germany made a twitter and I literally cry at all of his tweets

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windowpanefrost:

elytra

elytra: the word pinpricking our lips
a walk, a hundred walks
finding a seat amidst the bees
two a.m. in the fields: sparking electric fence
white mare gently tossing her head
and you, quiet.
avoiding enormous snails
(and you cared to hear about them)
our row-boat: your sleeves rolled up
the wine-bottles,
the graphs.
it’s three a.m. now
toes tucked under leg
and the words are dripping off the wall
our lips slurring from tiredness
and still, still, don’t let it end.

other mornings we just Look
not even sure what truth we are sharing
wondering, are we vessels for something greater?
the tree-climbing,
the rain on the boat when everyone else went inside.
the concert, blurred rainbows above
the smell of rosemary on my hands
the arrhythmic bird
simulacrum (an unsatisfactory substitute: anyone but you)
assiduous (working diligently at a task: you and your Kafka)
supine (how we lay beside the church)

the small laugh, the slip of the tongue,
the taken-back words (‘throw him out the window’)
and our attempts
stretched-thin walls
no, we’re not, we’re aliens
guessing the time (your favorite game)
11 pm grass, and we find constellations
you know the names of trees
you know the names of birds
and I tell you stories, names
you give me dinners and midnight cereal
laundry into small hours
holding me up, lay me down in the rain
we agree, this just can’t work anymore
I have to walk back from the concert
now: miles and hours
no more shared laundry rooms
but I will buy you a horse, alien boy

graceyness:

first time i tasted this, i thought it’s beer! apfel schorle!

;_; ich vermisse dich soooo viel…

graceyness:

first time i tasted this, i thought it’s beer! apfel schorle!

;_; ich vermisse dich soooo viel…

Missing my loves (Taken with Instagram)

Missing my loves (Taken with Instagram)

"Sie hat keine Lust mehr auf sich selber."

-Nina Pauer, in Wir haben keine Angst.

(Translation: “She has no more interest in herself.”/”She doesn’t feel like being herself anymore.”/”She doesn’t enjoy her self anymore.”)

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Me: I mean, it's crazy, but in Germany, you don't have to think so much about whether or not your job will provide health insurance, because they just, like, take care of their sick because it's the right thing to do.
Brother: That's because they don't have FREEDOM over there! They just haven't discovered it yet!!!
Me: Right you are, brother!
Brother: We have so much freedom it hurts! Literally! We have so much freedom, we DIE from it!
Update: 11 year old trans girl lost appeal

angels-lamentation:

tallerandblueonline:

jackpowerx:

msamberhazard:

msamberhazard:

tal9000:

transawareness:

The above article is an update.  Her mother went to appeal to keep her out of the psychiatric ward and lost.  She will be institutionalized because of her expression of her gender.  She will be held until she conforms to male gender and then released to foster care, not her mother who was supporting her.

Please, if you haven’t signed the petition, sign it, reblog it, ask your friends to sign it. We’ve managed to get 40K signatures for a pageant model, we’ve only gotten 11K for a little girl about to have her life ruined.  Lets get on the ball and spread the word.

Sign It.

I literally just repeated the f-word until I ran out of breath.

Let me catch my breath. I may go on a cursing spree again as soon as I get it back.

Seriously people…

WHY THE FUCK AREN’T PEOPLE REBLOGGING THIS??

Forever reblog.

Are people serious?

Sweet Holy God. This is an outrage. UGHHHH

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May I just state for the record how much I love, admire, adore, and miss the wonderful Jenny? We were basically inseparable for our several months in Germany, and the weekend we spent together in Amsterdam was one of the best weekends of my life. I miss our weekly Sunday breakfasts, our dinner dates to Manufaktur, having lunch every day at school together, going shopping in Stuttgart, swapping DVDs, making fun of bad fashion decisions, on and on and on. I miss Jenny and her brilliance, beauty, nerdiness, compassion, sweetness, manners, stories, silliness, jokes, and hilarious rants so much.
AND I SEE HER IN ONE WEEK YAAAAAAAY

May I just state for the record how much I love, admire, adore, and miss the wonderful Jenny? We were basically inseparable for our several months in Germany, and the weekend we spent together in Amsterdam was one of the best weekends of my life. I miss our weekly Sunday breakfasts, our dinner dates to Manufaktur, having lunch every day at school together, going shopping in Stuttgart, swapping DVDs, making fun of bad fashion decisions, on and on and on. I miss Jenny and her brilliance, beauty, nerdiness, compassion, sweetness, manners, stories, silliness, jokes, and hilarious rants so much.

AND I SEE HER IN ONE WEEK YAAAAAAAY

I used to sit like this in my room in Tübingen.

I used to sit like this in my room in Tübingen.

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