Willst du mitkommen?
I could sit here and ramble on about my self but that would bore even the most forbearing of us. But allow me to bring you up to speed. I'm just starting to figure out this business most call family -In doing so I've met some pretty amazing people along the way. Come join me as I awkwardly navigate through this conundrum known as life finding family, friends, and a home while trying not to be arrested, lost, or killed in Deutschland. Still learning deutsch alongside my man Ludwig. Let's watch and see what happens -Wir wollen gehen!
Hurting, but not knowing where
Start missing my friends at 2 am
Make some rationed hot chocolate Kel got me, in Lud’s hoodie, watching a movie Caz got me, with Canavino’s blanket she made me….
I MISS YOU GUYS EVERYONE!!!
OMG THAT’S THAT SAD FACE!!! THAT DIETRICH SAD FACE!!!
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An East German soldier helping a boy cross the newly formed ‘Berlin Wall,’ 1961.
From what is known, the photograph was taken the day the emerging Wall was put up in August 1961 and the boy was found on the opposite side of the wall from his family. Despite given orders by the East German government to let no one pass, the soldier helped the boy through the barbwire. Near the exact time this photo was taken, it was said that the soldier was seen by his superior officer who immediately detached the soldier from his unit.
Concerning the fate of the soldier, most descriptions that come with photograph say that “no one knows what became of him.”
this makes me tear up so bad
hero.
“no one knows what became of him”
The Stasi is probably what “became” of him
I knew exactly what was happening as soon as that soul draining shock filled his eyes.
…
Except what if you weren’t playing to be invisible? What if you were in training in hopes of being everything they wanted? Isn’t that all it was?
Training?
(Source: justaskinnyboy.com, via shuhei-property)
Ernest Borgnine, you will be sorely missed as an actor and one of my favorite superheroes. No one protected us from EEEVVIIIIIILL as well as you.
OH MY FUCKING GAH NOOOOOOO
WTF?!?!
(via roguesquirrel)
Usually what happens when I tell people about my family.
Dear Dietrich,
DON’T YOU GET LUD SICK OR SO HELP ME I WILL COME OVER THERE!!
♥♥♥Get well soon!!♥♥♥
(Source: yihning)
- Me: And I just.... *start crying*
- Ruger: Whoa, whoa.... whoa! Are you crying?!
- Me: *shakes head*
- Ruger: You're crying! Are you drunk?! You're drunk! You drank without me?!
- Me: I'm not drunk!
- Ruger: You're crying though!
- Me: That doesn't mean I'm drunk!
- Ruger: .... you're fucking drunk!
Or, ya know, PHYSICALLY leave you. Just wake up in the middle of the night “Oh, it’s been all shits and giggles, but I think I’ll go now. Do svidanija!”
And then we decide to start playing the domino game!
(Source: brisasmith, via stayflymyfriends)
Skimming my old ass globe while doing research for my book
remember way back when we had that argument about what our countries look like.
Thomas said a boot.
Ludwig said broccoli.
…
Got bored at work….AGAIN
Scrollin’ through meaningless web pages that aren’t blocked by the county and stumble upon Zodiac pages. Zodiac amuses me, not a religious thing, but it’s interesting.
Reading up and laughing at all the Taurus crap and sitting there like “… heh, that’s true…. heh, so is that…” Which leads me from one sign to another. I start looking up people I know by their birthdays and doing more “heh, true” like comparing Ruger to the Pisces she is, and Jenny the Cancer, and how they all get along with Taurus.
Then I notice the Capricorn and I’m like “Holy shit, I need more Capricorns in my life! Awesome sign is awesome”
So I start researching the Capricorns and their birthdays. I’m really getting into it now. I’m that bored. And it hits me, right in the middle of all the radio chatter. Ludwig’s birthday is January 8th. He’s a friggin’ Capricorn.
And I just sat there, gaping at the screen. It fit him so well, down to the books. It was all so creepy. And then I just started getting so upset. It just keeps falling on me.
I lost everything I’ve ever wanted.
Over.
And
Over.
I was hit so hard I had to call a code three for radio silence. I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t think. I just shut the door and the stupid window and just sat there trying to keep it together.
I gotta find something to keep my mind off of this. For good. It’s like I’m drowning and forgot how to swim. It’s so painful and it lasts and lasts…
