standardisiertes orakel

also es ist schon ein ganz nices gefühl im restaurant 200€ auf den tisch legen zu können aber auch etwas schmerzhaft

blick über köln;
11 baukräne

Mrs. Voorhees from Friday the 13th. surrounded by hearts

It's her day today ❤️

*allein, verlassen in einem gottlosen land, die nächste menschliche siedlung hunderte kilometer entfernt, der wind ohrenbetäubend, eine steilküste betrachtend*

hey baby bist du ann radcliffe weil geile klippe 🤙🫰

Ich glaube, den meisten Leuten ist noch nicht wirklich klar, wie rechts die neue Bundesregierung ist.

toni morrison 💅

passt sogar wirklich sehr gut

zu viel frühlingsgefühl

Es kommt noch dicker: Zwei der drei Buchhandlungen – Golden Shop in Bremen und Rote Straße in Göttingen – waren sogar für den Sonderpreis als „besonders herausragende Buchhandlungen“ vorgesehen. Statt 7.000 hätten sie 15.000 Euro erhalten. (4/6)

Die Jury hat am Sonntag klargestellt: Sie hatte alle drei Buchhandlungen als Preisträgerinnen vorgesehen. Der Ausschluss kam allein vom Kulturstaatsminister. Die Buchhandlungen sollten das offensichtlich nie erfahren. (3/6)

regenverhangener stadtparkteich 👍

schlimmer noch, habe einen dabei erwischt wie er sich bei der angabe eines erscheinungsjahres um ein jahr vertan hat 😡

[wirft verzweifelt die hände in die luft]
die literaturwissenschaftler*innen machen auch nur noch was sie wollen

damit beschließen wir das 18. jahrhundert

trotz verlangen

an der gothic reading list weiterzuarbeiten

bin ich ausgegangen

sonne aufm fus

Had a nightmare there was an app called “PARKO!” that would let you park anywhere. ANYWHERE. if anyone tried to tow you, the tow trucks would start to break down on the way to tow the car. “PARKO!” was called to answer to an international tribunal as people realized their parked cars were breathing

hey baby bist du essigreiniger in meinem wasserkocher?

weil ich hab mich nicht um dich gekümmert und jetzt schmeckt mein kaffee giftig

part six: nothing of what i just said means anything. i just slammed random words together. the curtains were blue and nothing more.

you can keep whatever you took away from this. it's yours. you probably brought it here to begin with.

part five: not to get all catholic, but

I am concerned about the condition of your soul. I am concerned because you have a hunger for life, but you aren't eating. I am concerned about the spark going out.

you're starving. i don't need you to fix that but i do need you to know

you wish you could feel like that again. and you will.

there will be another quote, on another night. it will spark something within you. again. briefly. it will go nowhere. again.

it's your birthday tomorrow. you should try to get some sleep. there is only so much time

part four: if you wrote quippy dialogue we should throw you into the sun

it is 3 am again. you feel vaguely nothing. you mostly feel vaguely nothing. you think about that quote again. not its contents–you have sucked those dry. but about how it made you feel, that first time.

part three: piss

uh, so that just happened. he is standing right behind me, isn't he? did i just say that out loud? uh, so that just happened. he is standing right behind me, isn't he? did i just say that out loud? uh, so that just happened. he is standing right be–

like, the earth is dying and we are all going into the dark and there is no one coming to save us so can we be serious for a second? right.

why not just watch the 6 hour film? why not just read those poems? hell, why not write one? what's the worst that can happen?

part two: you're starving but alas, hunger is cringe

I genuinely think it's not that serious but like at the same time i want to strangle everyone forever, right? just put my hands around the throat of mankind and really *squeeze*. you get it? you get it.

the line sticks with you, but it doesn't go anywhere. you think about it on your commute, passively, once.

it's 2 PM. you're on your phone on company time. you scroll back through your profile and find the line again. it still strikes a chord, but less so than last night. You move on.

part one: there is a hole in your heart.

it's 3am. your eyes feel dry as your timeline scrolls past. there is a throwaway line, or a snippet from a poem, or a quote from a book. it briefly connects with you. you repost it. "why does this go so hard?" you fall asleep.

tiktok of a lad in an xmen shirt captioned film bros when your favorite movie is the avengers instead of a 6 hr black and white bulgarian film with 0 discernable plot or characters

there is a square-shaped hole in your heart and you are trying to fill it with piss: a thread🧵

Hagel eben erneut behauptet, es sei eine Schmutzkampagne gegen ihn gefahren worden, die auch seine Familie sehr mitgenommen hätte.

ich bin eine textbasierte lebensform mit zu wenigen lesezeichen