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The brutality was shocking. Disgraceful acts of inhumanity. No one wanted to fall into the hands of the enemy. But it was growing harder to distinguish who the enemy was.
It brought you instantly to mind—how your dark, silken hair floats like wings of gossamer.
this girl is either dead or doesnt even fucking know he's interested I bet theyre not even dating bro
I painted a visual for Ingrid. “It’s beige sandstone. Large tall windows across the front and upstairs. The entry door sits in a diamond-shaped alcove.”
this is such a cool way to paint a visual instead of just being like "the building looks like this"
The sound of gunfire had ripped a seam in my mind. Discarded memories were now leaking, dripping through.
“There’s mercury in white shoe polish. Fights off the arthritis. Fit as a lad, I am.”
omfg
The Polish girl was my sister’s age.
oh my fucking god dude yes we know emilia reminds you of your sister
She had no idea. It wasn’t “safer” for anyone to be with me.
I'm pretty sure everyone is aware though you don't need to be a drama queen
“She probably is,” I told her. “She’s eight months pregnant.”
fuck
Perhaps I’ll be invited to lodge in the private cabin at some point, but I must decline. Sacrifices, Lore. I am making these types of sacrifices every day, allowing others to eat from my spoon.
bro why do you want your girlfriend to know what other girls are flocking him. what a weirdo.
Imagine, my darling, your Alfred is saving two thousand lives.
a narccccc
“Have you cleaned the toilets yet, Frick?”
HAHAHAHAHA RIGHT AFTER
The shoemaker danced her around the room, holding her appropriately and closing his eyes. He had probably danced with a lot of pretty girls in his day. He seemed like a wise man, a kind man. I imagined he worked by oil lamp, cutting and sewing leather well into the night.
he's going to die and im going to kms
I am the cat who contemplates both the mouse and the cheese. I know instantly which one will satisfy the craving.
this guy is a fucking waste of breath
I see you on the front step, waiting and longing for my letters.
yeah well you're fucking delusional goodbye
Hannelore was a very good dancer. How I enjoyed the private recitals through the window.
You literally have never met her
Hannelore might be dancing for someone else now.
Girlie i think she always was
What a group we were. A pregnant girl in love, a kindly shoemaker, an orphan boy, a blind girl, and a giantess who complained that everyone was in her way when she herself took up the most room. And me, a lonely girl who missed her family and begged for a second chance.
Today I marked one of the toilets as inoperable. So from now on I will have it all to myself. Quite clever of your Alfie.
selfish prick
Eva finally spoke. “I’m sorry, but that was the ugliest baby I’ve ever seen.”
As a child my Mutter would shield my eyes from sickness and deformity. She was quite right to do so. There is so much ugliness and imperfection in the world. We know it exists but we create further trauma by being forced to look at it. Some things are better ignored.
bruh
I put my hand up in protest. “My apologies, gentlemen. I’m on an important assignment.” “Bettnässer,” the sailor replied. They all laughed. Bed wetter.
valid
I felt sorry for Alfred. I had known boys like him in school—desperate to be a man, yet trapped in his own mind. Girls joked that boys like Alfred made a cow’s milk dry up.
She stood on her toes, took my face in her hands, and kissed me. My arms were around her. I kissed her back. And kissed her again.
LETS GOOOOOO LETS GOOOOOOOOOOO
I tried to comfort them with the wisdom of Don Quixote and called out, “Until death, it is all life!” but that did not seem to bring them peace.
hmmmm i wonder why you fucking idiot psychopath
A little girl played with a floppy stuffed bear near my feet. She stopped and stared at me for a long while. “Stupid girl, it isn’t polite to stare. Especially at someone in my condition,” I informed her. She giggled, bent her bear over at the waist, and pretended it was vomiting.
lmfaooooo this whole exchange
“I don’t think I could bear it,” said the shoemaker. “I quite like being Opi. I’ve got the address in Berlin that was pinned to his coat. I’ll take him there myself and see what comes of it.”
wandering boy and shoe poet end game im crying this little boy is his whole purpose now im imaginging a whole little life for them.... i also just remembered this BOAT FUCKING SINKS AND IM KILLING MYSELFD
“Are you married, Heinz?” I asked. “I spent fifty-five years with the love of my life. I lost her last July.” He gestured to the boy. “Just when you think this war has taken everything you loved, you meet someone and realize that somehow you still have more to give.”
kill me NOW
The corridor was jammed with passengers. “Torpedoes! The submarine is under the ship,” someone yelled. Panic flared into a desperate rush of yelling and pushing.
bro i would've just jumped ship right then and there.
Joana Vilkas, your daughter, your sister. She is salt to the sea.
