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your first kill together as a couple is an important relationship milestone
All the things I did Just drown it out Just drown it out
So... It's getting better 🤣
Here is a folder of German language learning books, of every level - Beginner, Intermediate, Advanced. There are grammar and exercise books. Answers are provided in some of them. If you want to only practice and not want to study grammar books (- those files are in beginner level subfolder), you can just avoid that. That's all fine. Exercise books have also explained grammar concepts.
There are also dictionaries, vocabulary, phrase books.
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This should be enough but I'll update if that'd be necessary.
Happy Learning!
lmk if this is not enough and you need any further help! i'm always happy to help!
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reasons not to love him
1. you’ll corrupt him. you will end up ripping pieces out of him until he’s nothing more than shreds. don’t do that to yourself.
2. The world isn’t his to grieve so stop making his bones a graveyard.
3. You killed five people with words alone. You don’t need a sixth mark on your body count.
4. I could love you is not enough. It is a half-strung lie, a maybe-ever-after, half the price of something worthwhile.
5. His hair tastes like lavender and sunrises. It’s poisoning your system.
6. He’s too pure to make a tragedy out of, even if you need tragedies to keep you alive and feed your body.
7. He gets sad each night, don’t make it worse.
8. You cannot afford to develop emotions.
9. You want to numb your heart that swells and beats faster each time he’s in close range.
10. Ripped things are never beautiful to watch and he’ll be splintered once you finish with him.
reasons to
1. Sometimes I could love you is enough.
BEN BARNES as THE DARKLING SHADOW & BONE (2021-)
„Господи, дай мне спокойствие принять то, чего я не могу изменить, дай мне мужество изменить то, что я могу изменить. И дай мне мудрость отличить одно от другого.“
the double image, anne sexton from the complete poems written c. 1960
Upon uncrumpled paper:
Forgive me for not writing you sooner.
I have turned to rummage through soots and ashes, trying to find the remnants of burnt bridges. Lost pieces of the yous in me, once discarded as solely yous, discovered to be solely me, ironically.
I have turned to deeply dig in darkened soil, scouring the subterranean’s cold. All to find more parts of that dumb boy shattered, buried in dejection. Figured obsolete, yet proven core of the matter. Alas, core of the matter, as ever so heavy are the dreams of the naive. Unchaseable. Unshakeable.
Weights around my ankles.
I have dived to drown, sinking to the lightless trenches. All to find the lifeless learn to breathe underwater. They adjust to the weight of omnidirectional pressure. In a strange way it has kept me together.
To have a burden, purposed.
I had forgotten such burdens existed. Ever withstanding the dysthymic dull blade, weighing down on sternum. Ache in the perpetuity of unkilling. But this chronic depression never did pierce my skin quite like you did.
Didn’t you, darling?
Pain can strike as brilliant light. Harshly cleaving the self-destroying muck of body. Piercing straight through the crypt-like mind’s umbral fog. Then, razing on; to reach the eternal, where its brightly beam branches out to, for a second, illuminate the eternal hidden within every mortal. Then, so exposed as a monstrous claw; grasps, rips, and tears at the uncovered, helplessly defenceless soul.
What’s left is little pain worth dying for.
By that single strike of brilliant light, I can survive the weight of dysthymia’s dull blade; the noose made out of bondage rope; the lone rooftop-experienced call of the void, wherein adrenaline squeezes the air from the lungs.
All that’s real is restricted airflow.
When no blood is drawn. When no neck is broken. When a last shred of soul pulls you back ere the tumble. I have learned this.
Life is tenacious. It rules the deepest layers of consciousness, whether wanted, unwanted, or taken for granted. Animation, the ongoing motion in everflow established, has proven to be miserably inevitable. And so I have moved; a word I’d rather choose by lack of proactively moving on. It has been a drifting through the void-like realms of near empty space. Bombarded by astral rays. Evolving against my will. Transmuting to once more be human.
Resurrecting in these recollected pieces of a husk, once emptied and shattered. Now reassembled.
Bereft of all but the tiniest shred of spirit.
Yet I live.
No matter what this life is, it is still lived. No matter what a soul or spirit is, it is experienced within the flesh inborn self-destructive. That, I owe to you. All of it. Which makes this letter long due. I guess what’s kept me from writing it is knowing you’d be the only one knowing why and how it is exactly what it is: half a thank you letter, half a soul connection, temporarily re-established.
I love you ever so dearly,
Always will.
— 7-4-2021, M.A. Tempels ©