so many hemingways

Phoebe, I can relate. I’ve been in the hinterland for 48 hours, and I am bored out of my fucking mind.

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supersecret: Kamen die Besucher wirklich aus dem All oder ist da die Beweisaufnahme etwas sehr veraltet? Ihr Jonathan Frakes

supersecret: Kamen die Besucher wirklich aus dem All oder ist da die Beweisaufnahme etwas sehr veraltet? Ihr Jonathan Frakes

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Waiting for the tree in front of our house to block our view on the Rathaus. Seriously, last tree in the street not to be green and happy and leafy about April! What’s wrong with you? When I am back from the hinterland, I want no Rathaus Business in my living room, is that understood? 
Also, iPad post!!!!! Weeeehhhaaa, I feel so 2012.

Waiting for the tree in front of our house to block our view on the Rathaus. Seriously, last tree in the street not to be green and happy and leafy about April! What’s wrong with you? When I am back from the hinterland, I want no Rathaus Business in my living room, is that understood?

Also, iPad post!!!!! Weeeehhhaaa, I feel so 2012.

2-spook:

Just in case

Anecdote Memory Lane #87978738473262383 Eating dry ramen was huge when I was in elementary school. We even had something like a Dallas Buyers Club set up, with somebody taking orders for the rest of the class for the next day, handing them out at the monkey bars. I ordered some once, and I hated them. I never even expected that it was a thing in other schools, streets, cities, among other kids with Disney pullovers and Aldi sneakers back in the 90s. Whenever I pass the elementary school in my street, I see these square packages lying around, those with the dino teeth around the edges. First I’m middle-aged-ly shocked: people leaving CONDOMS lying on the streets of Neukölln. RIGHT IN FRONT OF A SCHOOL? GASP. What? What a waste! Protect Yo’self! Take it from me! I KNOW WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT! Then I look closer: FUCK —- empty condom wrappers, no no no. Then I realize it’s ramen seasoning. Then I’m like, some things never change. Only that I can post it to tumblr. And then I whistle on to venture off towards Hermannplatz or the canal or whatever. This being said-picture: flawless.

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Berlinale, Schwerlinale.

But —- Wes Anderson tickets: check.