Doch!

Also Starfighter known in Germany as “widow maker”?

One of my teachers was re-educated that way, from left handed to right handed and he hated it. But he could write mirrored with his left hand perfectly, which was an amazing feat. Sometimes he would write on the chalk board with both hands, the same word but mirrored, that was pretty cool.

Yeah because a terrorist has all his marbles together for sure.

Und sooooooooo viel schmackhafter!

In der world news community auf lemmy.world wurde es auch direkt ziemlich fremdenfeindlich und rassistisch. Direkt erstmal den guten alten Blocken Button mehrfach bemüht. Hab absolut keinen Bedarf an diesem Dummgeschwätz.

“I hooked mine up to a car battery, sends a third grader flying 'cross the room I tell ya” - some hillbilly probably

Do I have to bring my own cattle prod or do they provide those?

Asian cuisine also has a lot of vegan dishes, inventors of tofu.

“I’m gonna get so molested”

Hast du ihn dann doch gegessen - Zähneputzen nicht vergessen.

German Wikipedia already has past tense and a small paragraph about Assad leaving the country for an unknown location.

Honestly guys, it’s not the first time I got breaking world news from this community and I am disappointed, I thought this was non-credible?

A fruit bouquet

Als wichtigste Themen derzeit nennen 79 Prozent die kommende Bundestagswahl und die Lage der Bundesregierung. 49 Prozent beschäftigt der Krieg in der Ukraine, 42 Prozent die wirtschaftliche Lage. Die US-Wahlen treiben 25 Prozent um, der Nahost-Konflikt 16 Prozent. 8 Prozent nennen den Absturz des DHL-Flugzeugs in Litauen

Wat? Klar, mögliche Sabotage usw ist schon interessant und hat sicherlich auch politische Aspekte, aber Bundestagswahl Thema? Ich bin verwirrt

Meeeh, so lang ist das bei den Nachbarn im süden jetzt auch nicht her. Wechselhafte Geschichte, auch wenn sich alles Republik geschimpft hat, war’s mit freiheitlichen Rechten häufig dünn bestellt in SK.

Oh oh, I better go into hiding then.

Yeah, as a teenager I got curious and was on rotten.com, damn that website was dark. Some of the things I saw are still with me, I won’t describe them because it would be way too graphic. Basically what you said - do not do it there is nothing to be found except suffering.

I still have random intrusive thoughts about it and it makes me physically ill.

That’s a good thing in my book, the fact that that stuff still makes me feel bad is proof of my empathy and humanity, if you know what I mean? Like it didn’t desensitize me.

Edit: after I wrote the comment I noticed that the website got hyperlinked - don’t bother, thank God that site is offline now

More like Ratatouille but yeah

Hey, I am so sorry for what you’re going through, I lost my dad almost 6 years ago, I still miss him dearly. I think that diagram is right, in that life grows around you, you can ignore that, but if you participate in it, you’ll see that there will be new people around, loving people.

They’ll never fill the hole your lost one left and they’re not supposed to, but they’ll fill your life with new things and looking back, it’ll never feel empty.

For me it was my mom’s new husband, my parents were divorced almost 10 years before my dad passed. My stepdad was the best thing that could have happened to my family, he never could replace our dad, in that they’re very different people, and he never would want to, but what he has done for my mom, my sisters, my grandma and me made him as irreplaceable as my dad was.

The day my dad died, I was sitting in the train home to take care of things, I stumbled about this reddit comment by u/gsnow and it helped me process what was happening to me and my family. I couldn’t thank that Internet stranger enough for his kind words.

Alright, here goes. I’m old. What that means is that I’ve survived (so far) and a lot of people I’ve known and loved did not. I’ve lost friends, best friends, acquaintances, co-workers, grandparents, mom, relatives, teachers, mentors, students, neighbors, and a host of other folks. I have no children, and I can’t imagine the pain it must be to lose a child. But here’s my two cents. I wish I could say you get used to people dying. I never did. I don’t want to. It tears a hole through me whenever somebody I love dies, no matter the circumstances. But I don’t want it to “not matter”. I don’t want it to be something that just passes. My scars are a testament to the love and the relationship that I had for and with that person. And if the scar is deep, so was the love. So be it. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are a testament that I can love deeply and live deeply and be cut, or even gorged, and that I can heal and continue to live and continue to love. And the scar tissue is stronger than the original flesh ever was. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are only ugly to people who can’t see. As for grief, you’ll find it comes in waves. When the ship is first wrecked, you’re drowning, with wreckage all around you. Everything floating around you reminds you of the beauty and the magnificence of the ship that was, and is no more. And all you can do is float. You find some piece of the wreckage and you hang on for a while. Maybe it’s some physical thing. Maybe it’s a happy memory or a photograph. Maybe it’s a person who is also floating. For a while, all you can do is float. Stay alive. In the beginning, the waves are 100 feet tall and crash over you without mercy. They come 10 seconds apart and don’t even give you time to catch your breath. All you can do is hang on and float. After a while, maybe weeks, maybe months, you’ll find the waves are still 100 feet tall, but they come further apart. When they come, they still crash all over you and wipe you out. But in between, you can breathe, you can function. You never know what’s going to trigger the grief. It might be a song, a picture, a street intersection, the smell of a cup of coffee. It can be just about anything…and the wave comes crashing. But in between waves, there is life. Somewhere down the line, and it’s different for everybody, you find that the waves are only 80 feet tall. Or 50 feet tall. And while they still come, they come further apart. You can see them coming. An anniversary, a birthday, or Christmas, or landing at O’Hare. You can see it coming, for the most part, and prepare yourself. And when it washes over you, you know that somehow you will, again, come out the other side. Soaking wet, sputtering, still hanging on to some tiny piece of the wreckage, but you’ll come out. Take it from an old guy. The waves never stop coming, and somehow you don’t really want them to. But you learn that you’ll survive them. And other waves will come. And you’ll survive them too. If you’re lucky, you’ll have lots of scars from lots of loves. And lots of shipwrecks.”

I hope that helps a little, look around and see, you’re not alone.

Stay afloat stranger <3