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24 years old. Ex-ex-pat. Pseudo historian. Aspiring librarian. Queer. Beer enthusiast. Anglophile. Theoretical time traveler. One-time European. Full time loser. The usual.

 

You will never be completely at home again, because part of your heart will always be elsewhere. That is the price you pay for the richness of loving and knowing people in more than one place.

Miriam Adeney (via wildthicket)

gwy:

liebesdeutschland:

here-comes-the—-sun submitted:
The Christmas market in front of the town hall on Marienplatz, München (Bayern)

EmEm, why are we not there.

Curse you, Atlantic Ocean! Seriously, December is the worst month to not be in Germany. 

gwy:

liebesdeutschland:

here-comes-the—-sun submitted:

The Christmas market in front of the town hall on Marienplatz, München (Bayern)

EmEm, why are we not there.

Curse you, Atlantic Ocean! Seriously, December is the worst month to not be in Germany. 

Mom: One of my friends is going to Germany tomorrow.

Em: AHHHHH why am I not going to Germany tomorrow.

Mom: She knows people who have a vinyard outside Frankfurt.

Em: AHHHH I know people who have vinyards outside Frankfurt.

Mom: And then they're going to Oktoberfest.

Em: AHHHH I know people who are going to Oktoberfest.

So, an unexploded WWII bomb was discovered (and detonated) in Munich, right where my favourite Turkish restaurant used to be.

Used to be.

As in: the restaurant closed about a year ago and I am unreasonably upset about it to the extent that I find myself unable to marvel either at the fact that it didn’t go off while I was living (and stuffing my face with Döner) there or at the wonder of history once again rearing its head to remind us, hey guys, still here. (Except that’s obviously a lie. This is me.)


But shit, that was the best Döner place in Munich, guys!