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hyunjinniebaby · 1 year
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Anon hate from the late 1800’s.
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hyunjinniebaby · 1 year
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i will look at u with my big doe eyes … and u will pay for my iced coffee
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hyunjinniebaby · 1 year
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“Things don’t have purposes, as if the universe were a machine, where every part has a useful function. What’s the function of a galaxy? I don’t know if our life has a purpose and I don’t see that it matters. What does matter is that we’re a part. Like a thread in a cloth or a grass-blade in a field. It is and we are. What we do is like wind blowing on the grass.”
— Ursula K. Le Guin, The Lathe of Heaven (Diversion Books, April 20, 2014)
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hyunjinniebaby · 1 year
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mortifying ordeal, etc. 🕊
(claire schwartz / coco mellors)
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hyunjinniebaby · 2 years
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August 21, 2022
доброе утро my friends 🖤
i don’t have any notes to share with you, as i’m traveling at the moment. so instead, i’ll share w y’all the study resources i’ve been using! all digital resources i use are free (w the exception of an audiobook), and the prices of the few physical books i’ve used will be included!!
Russian:
Apps:
Duolingo
Drops
Flashcards
Audiobook:
Learn Russian: Ultimate Getting Started with Russian Box Set, Lessons 1-55 (Audible)
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The New Penguin Russian Course: A Complete Course for Beginners by Nicholas J. Brown ($19.49)
The Nabokov Russian Translation of Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland ($10.95)
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Korean
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Drops
Flashcards
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Talk to Me in Korean Level 1 ($17.98)
Korean Essential Vocabulary 6000 for Foreigners: Korean-English ($13.69)
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Spanish:
Apps:
Drops
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hyunjinniebaby · 2 years
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i'm perfectly fine except for the problems
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hyunjinniebaby · 2 years
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omg ocean vuong thank you
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hyunjinniebaby · 2 years
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August 1, 2022
привет! i haven’t posted in a few days because i just started a new job. since then, when i’ve had time, i’ve been practicing reading and writing Russian. i’ve utilized google translate quite a few times, and i’ve downloaded an app (Drops) to start learning Russian vocab day by day. below i’ll just list a few words and/or phrases in Russian that i can remember off of the top of my head!
как дела? - how are you?
где сметана? - where is the sour cream?
моя дорогая - my darling
русский - Russia
я люблю кофе! - i like coffee!
где сыр? сыр есть. - where is the cheese? the cheese is there.
сода - baking soda
здравствуйте - hello (formal)
это вино? нет, ета водка. - is this wine? no, that’s vodka.
🎧 middle of the night - loveless
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hyunjinniebaby · 2 years
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July 26, 2022
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привет <33
i would’ve liked to have perfect notes to post here, but mistakes come with growth!!! so please accept my imperfect notes.
p.s.: here is a source i’ve been using to practice retaining Russian vocab!
🎧 lemon tree - post malone
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hyunjinniebaby · 2 years
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July 19 - July 25
this was a very good week of studying, in my opinion. whenever I track my progress, I always seem to study more. I really should get back into the habit of tracking. no charts this week, though. I don’t think I can bring them back without getting overwhelmed just yet. but, hey, slow and steady wins the race! 
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hyunjinniebaby · 2 years
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July 25, 2022
This is Tom, and I’m Sarah. — Это Том, а я Сара. (eh-to tom, a ya sa-r*ah)
Hello, what is your name? — Здравствуйте, как вас зовут? (zdr*avstvuityeh, kahk vas zavut?)
Where is the sour cream? — Где сметана? (gdyeh smyehtana?)
Is this wine? No, this is vodka. — Это вино? Нет, это водка. (eto vino? nyet, eto vodka.)
Where is Uncle Vanny? — Где дядя вани? (gdyeh dyadya vani?)
Excuse me, where is the menu? — Пожалуйста, где меню? (pashaluista, gdyeh menyu?)
*rolling R
🎧 back to you - kilo
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hyunjinniebaby · 2 years
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July 24, 2022
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привет!! (i spelled that without having to check my course book, yay!)
my mom is taking me grocery shopping, so, with the help of google translate, i’ve formulated my grocery list!! i wrote the printed Russian words, their English translation, and their cursive forms (as much as i could fit on the page, at least).
since i’ve written the English translation next to each item, i didn’t expect myself to remember each Russian word on its own. however, i have been reading my list over and over since yesterday so that i could a.) memorize some vocabulary, and b.) not have to look at my list so much while shopping!
i hope you all are having a great weekend <3
🎧 hot tub dream machine - tobi lou
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hyunjinniebaby · 2 years
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July 23, 2022
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привет! <3
let’s not say anything about my switching from writing english in cursive to print and back again. it doesn’t make sense to me either.
i’ve rewritten my notes from a confusing mess to something legible :) my friend from Siberia is going to teach me a few food & drink names in Russian, so i’m hoping that my grocery lists in the near future will be entirely in Russian!! hooray for short term goals.
side note: learning the alphabet AND learning how to write the Russian words in cursive is pretty tricky. i feel like i’m learning two alphabets at the same time!!
🎧 wildfire - cautious clay
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hyunjinniebaby · 2 years
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my Russian course book just taught me how to say striptease 🙏🙏
🎧 me & you - honne, tom misch
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hyunjinniebaby · 2 years
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July 22, 2022
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after a few years, i’ve decided to take another crack at learning Russian! i’ve gone and forgotten what i’ve learned about the alphabet, so it’s back to square one.
check out the videos i’ve been following on youtube so far.
🎧 renegade - aaryan shah
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hyunjinniebaby · 2 years
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July 21, 2022
i just finished The Devil All The Time by Donald Ray Pollock today. here are some lines from the book that i wrote down !!
TW: mentions of death (including suicide & homocide), gun violence, corpses, and an ableist use of the word “cripple.” please proceed with caution.
what i’m saying is that when it comes right down to it, everybody suffers in the end.
he might have killed the girl, then cut them boys up and scattered them. the one in the wheelchair would have been easy pickings, and everybody knows that other one didn’t have sense enough to pour piss out of a boot.
rich people always thought you wanted what they had
thank you, god, for giving me the strength to keep my hands off henry dunlap’s fat fucking neck and let the son of a bitch have everything he wants in life, though i got to confess, lord, i sure wouldn’t mind seeing him choke on it someday.
it had been nearly 14 years since they had buried helen and fled south. they didn’t even bother to change their names anymore.
he was certain those days they spent in cincinnati among the tall buildings and crowded streets before she took the fever were the happiest ones of her life. his, too, for that matter.
then they drove up and down the dull streets of lewisburg until midnight listening to the radio fade in and out and blowing off about what they were going to do after high school, until their voices turned as rough as gravel from all the smoke and whiskey and grandiose plans of the future.
he had killed half of the fifth of whiskey before he finally noticed that the cripple’s face was crawling with ants.
why could the police throw a man in jail just because he didn’t have any money or an address? what if he didn’t want any goddamn money or a fucking address? where was all this freedom they bragged about?
he remembered everything. it was as if he resurrected them every time he brought out the box, stirred them awake and allowed them to do their own kind of singing.
showing her the gun, he swore that he was going to plug the two bastards who had set them up; but then he went down the street and sat on a bench in a park the rest of the day thinking about killing himself instead.
it reminded carl of one of those paintings of mary with the baby jesus, the way sandy was looking down at the model with a sweet, innocent look on her face, a look that he had been able to occasionally catch that first year or two, but then was gone forever.
two young boys, maybe nine or ten years old, came speeding around the corner on bicycles just as he smeared a gob of gray gunk on the seat of the bench. they both waved to him and smiled when he looked up. just for a second, they made him wish, as they flew by pumping their legs and laughing as if they didn’t have a care in the world, that he was somebody else.
and suddenly he realized, as he stood once again in his fathers church, that willard had needed to go wherever charlotte went, so that he could keep on looking after her. all these years, arvin had despised him for what he done, as if he didn’t give a damn what happened to his boy after she died. then he thought about the ride back from the cemetery, and willard’s talk about visiting emma and coal creek. It had never occurred to him before, but that was as close as his father could get to telling him that he was leaving, too, and that he was sorry. “maybe stay for a while,” willard had said that day. “you’ll like it there.”
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hyunjinniebaby · 2 years
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July 20, 2022
i recently read My Dark Vanessa by Kate Elizabeth Russel. the following are some lines from the book i found significant enough to write down <3
TW: themes of grooming, sexual abuse involving a minor, ptsd, sexual assault, rape, etc. pls proceed with caution.
she doesn’t understand how satisfying sadness can be.
the world is made of endlessly intersecting stories, each one valid and true.
maybe all along he’s been the brave one and I’ve been selfish.
people will risk everything for a little bit of something beautiful.
only a few recognize what I am.
he just wants and wants and wants.
men who claim to be turned on by strength but can only handle women who act like girls
i worry it might seem too much like a little girls room but that doesn’t seem to bother Strane.
he says there’s no reasoning with me when i get like this, when i act like a child.
“you’ll be branded for life.” i wanted to say, too late.
i’ve been gentle with him for so long.
she didn’t understand the horror of watching your body star in something your mind didn’t agree to.
out of her they craft an archetype of an overzealous accuser
i remember Strane lamenting how i turned him into a criminal.
it looms over you, that threat of violence.
i wonder what level of crazy i’ve reached and how much further i could go, how many more steps until i become a woman who boards up her windows to live uninterrupted in the filth of her past.
i hope the words will shame me. they do nothing.
i wonder how much victimhood they’d be willing to grant a girl like me.
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