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Oooo Cool! Google translate said something similar, "devotional book."

A handfull of weeks ago I bought this really old book from a vintage store. And I don't just mean from 50 years ago or something, I mean from like 100 years ago. It's in German or something, and I can't read it. But it was so interesting I just had to bring it home. The number in the cover says 1860 and I know the book itself was around since 1881 from the first of many signatures and dates on the inside.

Im a bit cautious about touching it since it's badly damaged but here are some photos. Anyone know what language/book this is? What's it about? So curious

Chaotic Academia Spotify Playlists: The Complete Collection

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3q0JPpoeoSfYB4njmfRj7K?si=B0heqlLUSqelVpfkl2oo0Q&utm_source=copy-link

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6EWrhl3niUYQOIkPdc5zJ1?si=ddfoegERTeeZxVn923KImw&utm_source=copy-link

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6MsyW5iZV5ldq8UW4mULFQ?si=m7ULmehUSuefTIOVOEPcsA&utm_source=copy-link

Some choatic academia playlist for your aching souls.

(from top to bottom)

Wake up sleepy head! - upbeat morning playlist

Hoodies over dress shirts - a collaborative all around playlist

Oversized t-shirt and a book - calm evening playlist

Hope you enjoy!

I'm feeling kinda terrible, like I'm going to pass out constantly. So I'll be terminating my day soon, but I finished the pattern for an embroidery project I'm working on. I don't like this shirt very much, so if I fuck it all up, no hard feelings. It's inspired by Dutch pottery (you know the ones) and Im really excited to work on this because it helps me connect to my culture. Something I know most, if not all, white Canadians and Americans can relate to. Good morning, good afternoon, good evening and good night <3

My brain always wants me to do something, and usually I will eventually get to doing that thing, or I just find something else to do instead and forget about it.

My brother made some soup today and as I started eating, it tasted very bland. He poured his soup and then left the room, so I added some salt to mine. and, yup. Much better, so I added salt to his bowl. And then added salt to the pot of soup.

I think I just older brothered my older brother

I hate when people don't believe me when I say I'm good without something.

You don't have to buy me things to win my affection, I'm not trying to be considerate of your finances, I just don't want a drink. It's okay. Sometimes I'm just not hungry and I'm not interested in that last cookie. It's okay that I really like that thing, I just don't want it. I know that eating it right now isn't what will make me feel good.

Why can't friends and family respect that I sometimes don't want things, sometimes I just want a glass of cold water with a straw. And that's good enough for me.

Episode 4: A Friendly Push

A handfull of weeks ago I bought this really old book from a vintage store. And I don't just mean from 50 years ago or something, I mean from like 100 years ago. It's in German or something, and I can't read it. But it was so interesting I just had to bring it home. The number in the cover says 1860 and I know the book itself was around since 1881 from the first of many signatures and dates on the inside.

Im a bit cautious about touching it since it's badly damaged but here are some photos. Anyone know what language/book this is? What's it about? So curious