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Wären arkane Dokumente doch nur ebenso beschriftet, wie wir es von Sandwich-Verpackungen und dergleichen kennen. Wie viel leichter wäre das Leben eines Archivars, würde darauf 22 % Nonsens, 8 % Unsinn, kann Spuren von Wahrheit enthalten stehen.

Grade angefangen, der erste Satz ballert direkt!

I paused on the threshold of the shop to stamp the frost from my boots. It settled on the sills and cobblestones at night now, a fine white fur, as if winter were a great beast who skulked through the city while we slept, leaving bits of pelt behind.

Einrichtung die eines typischen männlichen Single Ende zwanzig - Selbstmontage-Möbel mittlerer Preisklasse, billige Überbleibsel aus der Studentenbude und die eine oder andere Antiquität, die vermutlich ein Familienerbstück war.

Als Polizisten konnten wir es natürlich nicht beim Namen belassen (der noch dazu den Vornamen vermissen ließ) - wir brauchen auch Adresse, berufliche Tätigkeit, Versicherungsnummer, etwaige Vorstrafen, innere Beinlänge, Lieblings-Pokémon et cetera.

Seine Kinder waren sechs und vier und wirkten schlitzohrig, aber auf nette Weise.>/i>

Ihr schmales Gesicht konnte einen Ausdruck derart streitlustiger Skepsis annehmen, dass ihre Lehrer schworen, dies selbst dann noch zu spüren, wenn sie sich im Lehrerzimmer versteckt hatten.

Hast du schon mal überlegt, zum Gott zu werden?«
»Die Arbeitszeiten sind nicht so meins.«

Exploding Head Syndrome. Es gehört zu den Parasomnien, das ist Griechisch für »Wir haben auch keine Ahnung«.

extravaganter Firlefanz wie Notausgänge und Feuerleitern eingebaut

Aus historischen Gründen habe ich zwar kein gutes Gefühl dabei, Leute in Gruppen einzuteilen. Aber die Medizin kann nun mal nicht ruhig schlafen, bis sie nicht für alles eine Kategorie gefunden hat.

fusselköpfig

„Humanity changes and so does language.", Riv said in a serious tune.
Shell nodded. „But curiosity doesn't."

Beauty cannot be created. It is just there.

Maybe, destruction was creation too?

joke's on me - wie konnte ich denken, dass eine graphic novel von brando seinen romanen in komplexität (aka lesedauer) in irgendeiner weise nachsteht

"I don't understand," e said - words e'd practised hundreds of times in eir life, of the firm opinion that e would rather ask than stay in the dark

Games, e thought, were a lot better when you counted your victories in the others' laughter, even if those included gleeful cackles heralding your own doom.
beim Spielen gemeinsam lachen > Spiel gewinnen

Complicated sucked. E liked things better when they were simple and straightforward
aber wirklich

Varena had once said e fell in love with others' laughter the way many fell in love with appearances.
das ist ja so sweet

E never saw the point in keeping yourself a mystery - how was someone supposed to make honest connections that way? Not that e could've done it if e tried.
jaaaaa

Horace was used to confusion-e tended to be the last one to understand any given thing
fühle

Gavin-der always sounded annoyed by life itself, but right now he'd achieved a new level of exasperation.
😮‍💨

When a black person says
they're only into white people,
that's internalized racism.
When a white person says
they're only into black people,
that's fetishization, which is also
a form of racism. If their skin
or racialized features matter more
to you than the person within,
that's racism.

Men are sandcastles made out of pebbles
and the bucket is patriarchy: if you remove it,
we fear we won't be able to hold ourselves
together, we pour in cement to fill the gaps
to make ourselves concrete constructions.

I go to the LGBT Society.
We sit in a circle and go round
saying our names and pronouns:
he/him, she/her, they/them.

How do you want other people
to refer to you?


A trans man called Seth,
with the pronouns he/him,
says he wishes his trans identity
wasn't questioned
with regard to his body.
"I wish people would understand,
some men have vaginas."

I always thought education
and money was going
to earn me respect,
but a successful black man
is a threat. Pulling me over
for driving a nice car.
This isn't what I wanted
for your moving day
but this is what it's like
to be black in this country
or anywhere in the world.
They interrupt our joy.
Our history. Our progress.

Don't let anyone tell you that you are half anything.
You and Anna are simply brother and sister.
Don't let anyone tell you that she's your half sister.
Don't let anyone tell you that you are half black and half white. Half Cypriot and half Jamaican.
You are a full human being. It's never as simple as being half and half.