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Russian exercise: where is the stress in this word?
Me: in me... the stress is in me.
list of mundane things that feel like ancient human rituals
cleaning or wipe your bare feet
breaking off a piece of bread and handing it to someone
putting the weight of a basket on your hip or head
eating nuts or berries while hunched over close to the ground
seeing something startling just out of your line of sight and very quickly stepping or leaping on to a larger object to get a better view
cupping your hands into running water to wash your face
the unanimous protection of a baby or child in a public space where women are present
when an elderly woman laughs and grips your forearm tightly
Choose your fave!
I’m in love with the one with dragons on the top.
@WeHeartIt /entry/238628368
The idea of english as a mother tongue is so strange to me, in my head english is how ppl communicate when there's no way in common to communicate, so english as a mother tongue sounds a bit like idk email as a mother tongue ykwim? Like english to me feels like the stuff that's used to fill the empty spaces between languages
Ok English is my native language and unfortunatly the only one I know yet, but this reminds me so much of that passage in Flights by Olga Tokarczuk
I took a photograph of every color of YUGO I saw in Belgrade this summer for the express purpose of making a YUGO Pride rainbow.
I just…really identify with this cute Socialist two-door car that has a reputation for barely working at all…
https://www.instagram.com/p/BnAFUu0Bw6C/
Ain’t baby yoda that Russian witch who lives in the house with chicken feet
Forever obsessed with the concept of Tchaikovsky as a ballerina
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The cello under the rain, France, 1957. Photographed by Robert Doisneau.