lost and never found.

I'm an experimenter. I watch too much Doctor Who and too many black and white movies. I believe life without music would be a mistake. I'm addicted to ugly warm sweaters and feathery jewelry. Treasuring the moment and promises are things I take pretty seriously. I honestly had a five minute debate with myself about what language to write this in, so Denglisch is my language of choice. Ich kann nicht genug sagen, wie dankbar ich für dieses Leben bin. I miss the land of beer and bratwurst, but I live in the wonderful state of peaches and peanuts. I like my life. They call me Furby, but you can call me Cass. Enjoy being lost.

[theachingiseasy]

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Return to Tumblr

Well hey Tumblr. You kind of got forgotten about for, like, a year now, but I really want to come back. I miss having a chronicle of my life, something to turn back to, and a community of people to talk to.

So since I left...

I graduated high school and went to college, where I'm majoring in Mass Comm & Anthropology and minoring in German and Art. Yes, all four. I'm crazy. And very uncharacteristically, I joined a sorority. I know. Me. A sorority. What the heeeeeeck. But I wanted something similar to what I had in Germany with CBYX - a group of friends to stand by me through all my triumphs and all my tears. Anyways, it's a pretty boring, average life as always.

Hopefully I can get back in the tumblr swing of things quickly.

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i just had a massive What Not to Wear moment with my mom

I literally purged her entire closet with Clinton's sass and Stacey's cruelty. To say the least, it was a blast.

I've missed being a fashion junkie.

[staypozitive]

[soulx]

Neck Deep- Over and Over

[unspoken-malevolent-whispers]

[theniftyfifties]

Couples dancing in the street in Paris, 1950s.

[albazen-deactivated20170613]

[dearscience-blog]

Hidden treasures

[deanpendragon]

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Dear Diary

The boyfriend of a coworker asked me a few days back, why I was happy all the time. I retorted with "well how do you know I'm not just pretending?" He chuckled, and told me no one was that good at pretending. Well, honey, here I am. Unbearably unhappy on the inside, and unbelievably chipper on the outside.

Perhaps I am destined to only be truly happy in Germany. To be honest, that was the last place I remember being truly happy; sitting around my family's table on the patio, playing Skat with my five best friends and my first love. Perhaps I just haven't found my place to be happy in this country, yet. Either way, right now worsens with each passing day, and the only light in my life and the only thing keeping me here is the driving force of seeing my best friends and family again, in the Fatherland, in June. Ich vermiss mein deutsches Leben, und ich vermiss die deutsche Cass. Es war alles so leicht da, als Amerikanerin zu wohnen und leben, ohne Sörge und ohne Angst. Ich wünsche mir das Leben wieder zu haben, aber ich fürchte mich, dass ich es nie wieder finden werde. Ich kann es kaum glauben, wie glückwich ich da war. So viel will ich nicht; nur wieder so glücklich zu sein. Ist das möglich? Wir werden sehen...

[phoenixaskani]

If this woman was alive today, she’d have my vote. Shit.

[gerutha]

#she put frederick douglass on her ballot as v.p. too #unfortunately he didn’t know about it at the time #he read about it in the papers and was like ‘is this chick serious’

[fuckyeah-nerdery]

“And the female orgasm.”

[princessofgenovia]

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[book-of-flights]

The Antikythera Shipwreck Exhibit

Dated to 60-50 BC, the shipwreck was found off the coast of Antikythera. The ship carried cargo dating from 4th to 1st century BC and was sailing towards Italy carrying among other cargo bronze and marble sculptures, glassware and jewellery, and amonst these the famous “Antikythera Mechanism”. The finds reflect the new phenomenon of art trade, the first in the history of Western civilization.

These marble sculptures have been severely eroded by stone-eating organisms of the sea, and only their parts trapped safely in the mud of the seabed have remained wonderfully intact.

Scarred and deformed, the half-destroyed sculptures seem even more human, nearly demonic. No longer serving as images of idealised beauty, their artistic quality has reached a new dimension, distorted by nature’s interference. Their image haunts you long after you’ve left them behind.

[declaringwar]

Compound

[whyrywhy]