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I really wish it were possible to reblog just the tags, but I don’t think you can. But, thank you! I try my best to be inclusive. And, I don’t think I could ever fully commit to one side or the other—I feel like I’m always balancing between the two.

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I highkey fuck with this.

OH GOD PLEASE , , , this is so hot .

someone who sends me really fucking sick and twisted anonymous asks and leading me on — all while talking to me regularly outside of the anons , pretending to get jealous over them , all in order to break and train me , , ,

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I’m literally so back.

Don’t worry about it, I get the block of text thing—sometimes it’s just too much to stare down all at once, and giving a half-arsed reply isn’t worth it. I’ve definitely left things sitting for days too, so you’re not alone there. Honestly, though, maybe you are the best option, silly or not, so I’ll allow you that one. You’re easy to talk to. It’s funny how this whole thing spiralled off you tossing in an opinion like it was nothing; look at the chaos you’ve caused. I can’t even imagine what German expression you were going for—bet it was something good too. Anyway, your notes app strategy is so valid. I can’t count the number of times I’ve typed things out somewhere else because I couldn’t risk losing it. It infuriates me so much when that happens.

Denglish is a lifesaver, but I completely get the stress of searching for that one perfect word. It’s like it’s just out of reach—so close, but never quite there—and it’s maddening every time. Transcribing anything perfectly is a myth, though; nothing will ever be exactly right no matter how much you tweak it. You’re basically chasing a shadow at that point(but I certainly still try and I think anything I transcribe is perfect). Arabic really is such a gorgeous language to listen to. Even without understanding it, the sound alone hits differently, like it has this weight and rhythm to it that’s just unmatched. The meaning being a bonus is fair, but when it’s paired with poetry? Yeah, that’s another level. It’s the kind of beautiful that sinks into you and sticks around, even when you don't fully understand. I feel this way about a lot of languages I don't and can’t know, though.

It really does make a difference, but you’re right. so many people just don’t get it. It’s frustrating when something so important feels underappreciated.

I know that feeling too well—like your writing is almost there but still not quite doing what you want it to. It’s hard because you know what you’re trying to convey, but it’s like the words don’t always behave the way you need them to. That doesn’t mean they won’t, though. You’re working towards something, and it’ll get closer with time, even if it doesn’t feel like it right now.

That’s the thing, isn’t it? That distance between what you feel and what someone else takes away, it’s infuriating, but also kind of fascinating. The idea that someone could connect to your writing in a way you didn’t even intend, or feel something you couldn’t because of their own perspective, it’s beautiful in its own way. Like you’re handing them a mirror but they’re seeing a completely different reflection.

But at the same time, you want that perfect connection, someone to feel what you feel, exactly as you feel it. It’s the ultimate goal, isn’t it? To close that gap, even for just one person. God, I get that. It’s maddening. And now I’ve gone off too. What were we saying?

Yeah, I get that feeling. It’s like you’re constantly chiselling away at your own words, trying to make them perfect, but no matter how many times you scrape and polish, they’re never quite enough, are they? You keep pushing them until they’re raw, until they can’t take it anymore, and still, you’re left with this gnawing sense that something’s missing.

But honestly, I think that’s just part of it. Every writer, every artist, is stuck in that loop, chasing some unattainable level of perfection. It drives me crazy, but it also makes what you create feel real, like there’s something in the struggle that matters. In a way, that’s what makes it worth it, even if we can’t always see it ourselves. Everyone’s got that one thing they obsess over, trying to perfect it, even if it kills them(I'm the same way though. And I get too frustrated before I get it "perfect" I will spazz out.)

It’s like you’re chasing something elusive. Always trying to make it click, but it feels like it’s just out of reach, no matter how many times you rephrase, swap words, and tweak things. It’s exhausting—constantly fighting with your own thoughts, trying to get them to line up in the perfect way. But then you keep going, even when it’s killing you, because you can’t help it. You have to, for some reason. It’s like there’s this insatiable need to make it work, to get it right, even if it drives you mad. Maybe it’s the pursuit of something that feels like it’s just right—even if that perfect moment never quite arrives. The frustration’s part of it, isn’t it? But you keep going because… why the hell wouldn’t you?

It’s that nagging feeling. Like there’s always more—more to say, more to express, more to get right.(And there always fucking is, at least with me). You can write something that feels pretty damn good, but then that little voice creeps in, telling you it’s still not enough. Like you’re one word or one sentence away from hitting exactly what you want to say, but it’s always just a step beyond your reach. Every draft feels incomplete, like you’re missing that perfect piece of the puzzle. But maybe that’s the thing—maybe it’s never about finding that one perfect thing. Maybe it’s about chasing it, even when you know you won’t quite catch it, because that struggle and that search is what makes it worth doing in the first place.

I get that frustration—it’s like people just latch onto something they want to hear and ignore everything else that’s clearly right in front of them. It’s like, how can you listen to a song with a message so straightforward and still manage to twist it into something completely different? It’s exhausting, honestly. They act like they’ve cracked the code on “what’s right” when in reality, they’re missing the point entirely. It’s not about exclusive, divisive nonsense—it’s about standing against harm, and if they can’t see that, it’s honestly their issue, not the song’s.

And you’re absolutely right, too, about literature. People can’t seem to appreciate the work behind it or the meaning that’s often layered underneath. They see something they don’t understand or don’t agree with, and instead of trying to get it, they label it as “cringe” or dismiss it as some sort of meaningless thing. It’s frustrating as hell. But, like you said, that’s a them problem. Let them stay clueless. It won’t stop us from seeing the value in it. And besides, in my experience, most people are just plain stupid.

Of course you do! Sometimes it’s harder to see those things in ourselves, but from where I’m standing, you’ve qualities that make you stand out. Even when you don’t see it in yourself, it’s there.

It’s totally understandable that you’re feeling a bit frustrated, learning a language is never easy, especially when you’re pushing yourself to improve. I was also very frustrated when learning new languages. At the same time, I get frustrated whenever I am not immediately perfect at something, so. But hey, you’re clearly making progress, and that’s something worth celebrating. The fact that you can already express and understand more than before is proof that you’re on the right path. And moving to France? That sounds like an amazing goal! I’m sure all your hard work will pay off when you’re there, soaking up the culture and language even more. Keep at it, you’re doing great!

It sounds like there's a lot for you to be thinking about, and it’s completely okay to feel overwhelmed by it all. The pressure of exams and the weight of the Abi can be intense, but it’s good that you’ve got a Plan B in case things get too much—having options gives you a little bit of breathing room. The fact that you’re honest about your own work habits and how you prioritise what you enjoy shows self-awareness. The German school system really can feel like a meat grinder, and it’s exhausting when you’re trying to fit into something that doesn’t suit everyone’s strengths or interests. Procrastinating, especially with something as daunting as a history exam, is pretty normal under the pressure. You’re still moving forward, though, even if it doesn’t always feel like it. Just take it one step at a time, and don’t be too hard on yourself. You’re allowed to feel like it’s a lot, because it is.

Ah, männergrippe—classic. It’s like you need a full recovery plan with bed rest, sympathy, and a bit of pampering, and honestly, who could blame you? When you’re not feeling well, everything feels like a much bigger deal. Though, being coherent while sick is impressive enough, so don’t stress. You’re doing fine, even when your body feels like it’s betraying you. (I may just start using that word because I love it.)

That’s such a solid perspective, though. Having one other person in your class can make a huge difference, especially for oral grades—it’s like the dynamic pushes you to engage more, even if it’s tiring. But at the same time, it sounds like the pressure of always being “on” can drain you. I totally get how exhausting it must be, but it’s amazing that you can get through it while also having the freedom to not worry about it negatively affecting your grades overall. I mean, the fact that it can only improve things is such a win in the grand scheme of things.

Your teacher sounds incredible, honestly. A teacher who’s passionate about languages and history, and who gives you extra knowledge outside the curriculum? That’s the type of education that actually sticks with you. The fact that he’s funny, kind, and genuinely good at what he does just makes it all the better. It’s rare to find someone who truly loves teaching and doesn’t just go through the motions.

And yeah, the school system is a mess—it’s more like a test factory than a place of genuine learning. But you’re doing what you can, and that’s what counts. Graduation’s the goal, and you’ll make it there, no matter the bumps along the way.

It’s so powerful that you can recognise the beauty in your heritage, even if the language hasn’t been a part of your life the way you’d hoped. The connection to your roots isn’t defined by how fluent you are in the language, it’s woven into everything about you. You’re not defined by one piece of your identity, especially not by something you couldn’t control. The fact that you’re even reflecting on it shows a lot about your understanding and acceptance.

Arabic poetry really is something else, though. The metaphors, the way it plays with meaning—it’s almost like each word is layered with emotion and depth. The language itself has a rhythm that is so natural to it, making it feel almost musical. It’s a language that can take something as simple as a feeling and wrap it in such a unique, vivid image. It’s definitely one of those languages that can be appreciated just for how it sounds, but even more for how it communicates deeper truths. I can see why you’d be mesmerised by it.

That sounds like such an interesting encounter! It must’ve been surreal to have Amish people right there in front of you, especially near your hometown. They live such a unique lifestyle, so it’s not something you expect to come across every day, especially when it’s as simple as talking about something like train tickets. It’s great that they appreciated your English skills, and I bet it felt nice to get those compliments! It’s always good to be acknowledged for something like that.

And yeah, speaking English or French abroad always adds a layer of excitement to the experience. It’s a little bridge between cultures, isn’t it? When you can connect with someone in a language that isn’t their native one, it feels kind of like magic. It’s these little moments that make travel and cultural exchange so memorable. You get to see new perspectives, and sometimes, you even get compliments along the way, and positive attention is really, really nice.

You’re talking about something pretty profound, honestly. Language is a force that shapes our entire reality—how we think, communicate, and even how we understand ourselves. You’re right, we often take it for granted, not realising how deeply embedded it is in everything. We get so caught up in the flow of things that we don’t always notice the power of words and how they shape our experiences.

It’s like you’re onto something, but then your brain does that thing where it jumps to the next thought so fast that it feels like you’re losing track. Happens to the best of us. But yeah, I get what you mean.

You’re right, honestly. No matter how many languages you know, there’s always that gap between what you want to say and what you can say. It’s like you’re constantly reaching for something just out of grasp, trying to find the words that can truly capture the depth of what you feel. It’s kind of the curse of language—no matter how many words you learn, there’s always more left unsaid.

But I don’t think that’s pessimistic. It’s just a truth that makes what we do with language even more important. Every word, every small change in how we express ourselves, matters. Even if it’s never “perfect,”(It's possible for it to be perfect for me but that's irrelevant) the act of trying and adapting, of finding a new way to communicate, is what makes it meaningful.

The little things—those tiny shifts, those moments where you catch something new in a language—those do make a difference. They shape how you think, how you interact, and how you connect with others. It’s not about finding perfection, it’s about finding ways to connect, even when words fail. And from what you’re saying, you’ve got that down—learning and growing, bit by bit. It’s a journey.

Doing it with Russian is SO fun. I love Russian. It's my favourite language to curse in. But the alphabet itself, with its Cyrillic letters, feels like unlocking a secret code. Once you get the hang of it, it’s such a rewarding language to dive into. The way they phrase things, too—it’s so direct yet poetic. At least to me.

I get it—once you’re invested, it’s hard to cut things short. Plus, you’ve got a lot of thoughts to share, and sometimes, there’s just no other way to do it than to get it all out. I’m enjoying this too, it’s good to have the time to really dive into things without rushing through. Writing things out in reblogs might be a pain, and we can always directly speak if that is easiest for you.

I am keeping count, and I am writing more words! As for always being right—well, it’s a gift, isn’t it? A gift only one of us possesses. I mean, if I’m right, then there’s not much left to argue about, is there? Silly, silly!

English feels frustratingly limited when it comes to conveying deep emotions or sentiments, especially profound yearning. It’s exasperating trying to articulate such intensity in a language that often feels too constrained. How can one truly capture the depth of longing when the words fall so short?