Es war einmal vor langer Zeit,
in einem Dorf, das tief im Schlaf lag,
dass eine Wölfin aus der Unterwelt ins Reich der Menschen kam.

Sie wollte niemandem böses tun,
aber es gab jemanden, der ihr böses zufügen wollte...

Also lief sie davon... immer weiter... und weiter...
und sie beherzigte, was sie in der Welt erfahren hatte.

Also lief sie wieder zurück,
zurück durch den Wald.
Sie lief... und lief...
... sie ließ die Welt hinter sich,
und das Dorf, aus dem sie gekommen war.

Sie kroch wieder zurück in den Brunnen,
zurück in die Unterwelt...

 

Hohe Wahrscheinlichkeit auf einen Praktikumsplatz *freu*

1. Ich gehe rein und frage ob die Praktikanten annehmen und dass ich eine Bewerbung dabei habe.
2. Bewerbung wurde durchgesehen, dann wurde mir der neue Laden gezeigt und wie dieser aufgebaut werden soll.

3. Ich wurde gefragt mit was für Programmen ich Kenntnisse habe und welche ich selber besitze

4. Der jetzige Laden wurde mir samt Maschienen gezeigt udn erklärt, sowei die Waren die Produziert wurden.

5. Ich wurde nach meiner Zukunftsplanung gefragt, da sagte ich: Soferin die SPD ihr Vorhaben mit der Abschaffung der Studiengebühren durchsetzt werde ich wohl studieren gehen.

6. Mir wurden Visitenkarten gegeben und ich soll mich nächste Woche einmal melden, damit wir den Papierkram besprechen können.

7. FREUUUUUUUU

lady-whovian:

hunters-in-the-sherlocked-tardis:

stopandsmellthedata:

wowcorn:

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Hipster and Fandom Karp were twin sisters and mortal enemies. Hipster never stopped talking about how she was born first, and Fandom took revenge by constantly stealing Hipster’s stuff, or interpreting everything she said as something completely unintended. Generally, they ignored each other, a feat made easier by the fact that Hipster slept at night (in fact, she liked to go to bed and wake up early, before anyone else, and enjoy the solitude) and Fandom was mostly nocturnal. They would literally pass each other in the kitchen at 5am, Fandom putting away the dishes from her midnight snack before going to bed and Hipster dressed for the day, armed with her camera, ready to go take a walk in the pre-dawn light. They would nod at each other, maybe say hi, then go their separate ways.
They understood each other better than anyone else. Hipster had a group of  associates with whom she spent time discussing deep things; she usually updated her blog via phone. Fandom rarely left the house, but chatted constantly (by typing) with people across the world. Yet ultimately, it was each other who they leaned on when the Zuckerberg kids across the street laughed at their apparent lack of friends, or when (god forbid) stupid, low-tech people were accidentally involved. Because Fandom could get just as deep as Hipster, and Hipster could just just as intense about things as Fandom, and they were sisters.


i cried

the tumblr legend

lady-whovian:

hunters-in-the-sherlocked-tardis:

stopandsmellthedata:

wowcorn:

Two Sides of Tumblr

omg this took forever but i’m so glad to be done. i don’t even know what to say about this ok but click to enlarge

This piece is officially available for print here! Please go ahead a buy one to support a growing (amateur) artist like me!

Hipster and Fandom Karp were twin sisters and mortal enemies. Hipster never stopped talking about how she was born first, and Fandom took revenge by constantly stealing Hipster’s stuff, or interpreting everything she said as something completely unintended. Generally, they ignored each other, a feat made easier by the fact that Hipster slept at night (in fact, she liked to go to bed and wake up early, before anyone else, and enjoy the solitude) and Fandom was mostly nocturnal. They would literally pass each other in the kitchen at 5am, Fandom putting away the dishes from her midnight snack before going to bed and Hipster dressed for the day, armed with her camera, ready to go take a walk in the pre-dawn light. They would nod at each other, maybe say hi, then go their separate ways.

They understood each other better than anyone else. Hipster had a group of  associates with whom she spent time discussing deep things; she usually updated her blog via phone. Fandom rarely left the house, but chatted constantly (by typing) with people across the world. Yet ultimately, it was each other who they leaned on when the Zuckerberg kids across the street laughed at their apparent lack of friends, or when (god forbid) stupid, low-tech people were accidentally involved. Because Fandom could get just as deep as Hipster, and Hipster could just just as intense about things as Fandom, and they were sisters.

i cried

the tumblr legend