Hayatimdakilere soyleyemediklerim 4
Çarşamba, Eylül 16, 2015
* iyi ki yoksun diyorum artik. Geride kalmana seviniyorum. Seni ozlesem de hayatimda iyi ki yoksun. Kotu yayin gibiydin benim icin. Dost dediğin bu değil. Benim dost bildiğim bu değil.
* çözemiyorum seni, iyi kötü güzel çirkin hepsi bir arada reklam kuşağı gibisin. Lütfen konuşma suskunken daha iyisin.
* senin gibi biri benim can dostum olsun çok isterdim.
* can bağı kan bağı göbek bağı ne ararsan var.
* bunu sana hiç ama hiç söyleyemiyorum baba. Seni çok özlüyorum. Çok yoruldum çok tükendim. Hiç bir şey istemiyorum gerçekten hiç bir şey. Keşke sen burda olsan. O bana yeterdi.
Perşembe, Ağustos 13, 2015
HİNT FELSEFESİNİN 4 KURALI
KURAL 1: “Karşına çıkan kişiler her kimse, doğru kişilerdir. Bunun anlamı şudur, hayatımızda kimse tesadüfen karşımıza çıkmaz. Karşımıza çıkan, etrafımızda olan herkesin bir nedeni vardır, ya bizi bir yere götürürler ya da bize bir şey öğretirler.”
KURAL 2: “Yaşanmış olan her ne ise, sadece yaşanabilecek olandır. Hiç bir şey, hem de hiç bir şey yaşadığımız şeyi değiştiremezdi. Yaşadığımızın içindeki en önemsiz saydığımız ayrıntıyı bile değiştiremeyiz. ‘Şöyle yapsaydım, böyle olacaktı’ gibi bir cümle yoktur. Hayır, ne yaşandıysa, yaşanması gereken, yaşanabilecek olandır, dersimizi alalım ve ilerleyelim diye. Her ne kadar zihnimiz ve egomuz bunu kabul etmek istemese de, hayatımızda karşılaştığımız her olay, mükemmeldir.”
KURAL 3: “İçinde başlangıç yapılan her an, doğru andır. Her şey doğru anda başlar, ne erken ne geç. Hayatımızda yeni bir şeyler olmasına hazırsak, o da başlamaya hazırdır.”
KURAL 4: “Bitmiş olan bir şey bitmiştir. Bu kadar basittir. Hayatımızda bir şey sona ererse, bu bizim gelişimimize hizmet eder. Bu yüzden serbest bırakmak, gitmesine izin vermek ve elde etmiş olduğun bu tecrübeyle ileriye doğru bakmak daha iyidir.”
“Impressionism means that not only did we see a shift in the art that was created, we also saw a shift in the way we saw the world. Art is not just something to admire. It is something to breathe and learn from. It is our history and our future. It is our very essence captured and contained for the world and our ancestors to see.”
Taste
Perşembe, Mayıs 28, 2015
Nobody has good taste; when it comes to taste expect the worst in people. Over-communicate direction on aesthetic matters. Show examples. Check in often. Don’t allow others to fuck you over with their ugly taste.
I write
Pazartesi, Mayıs 18, 2015
A manifesto, by author Terry Tempest Williams in a book on Creative Non-Fiction
I write to make peace with the things I cannot control.
I write to create fabric in a world that often appears black and white.
I write to discover. I write to uncover. I write to meet my ghosts. I write to begin a dialogue.
I write to imagine things differently and in imagining things
differently perhaps the world will change.
I write to honor beauty. I write to correspond with my friends.
I write as a daily act of improvisation. I write because it creates my composure.
I write against power and for democracy.
I write myself out of my nightmares and into my dreams.
I write in a solitude born out of community.
I write to the questions that shatter my sleep. I write to the answers that make me complacent.
I write to remember. I write to forget. I write to the music that opens my heart. I write to quell the pain.
I write with the patience of melancholy in winter. I write because it allows me to confront that which I do not know.
I write as an act of faith. I write as an act of slowness.
I write to record what I love in the face of loss. I write because it makes me less fearful of death. I write as an exercise in pure joy.
I write as one who walks on the surface of a frozen river beginning to melt.
I write out of my anger and into my passion.
I write from the stillness of night anticipating -- always anticipating.
I write to listen. I write out of silence. I write to soothe the voices shouting inside me, outside me, all around me.
I write because I believe in words.
I write because it is a dance with paradox.
I write because you can play on the page like a child left alone in
sand.
I write because it is the way I take long walks.
I write because I believe it can create a path in darkness.
I write with a knife, carving each word from the generosity of trees.
I write as ritual.
I write out of my inconsistencies. I write with the colors of memory.
I write as a witness to what I have seen. I write as witness to what I imagine.
I write by grace and grit.
I write for the love of ideas.
I write for the surprise of a sentence.
I write with the belief of alchemists.
I write knowing I will always fail. I write knowing words always fall short.
I write knowing I can be killed by own words, stabbed by syntax, crucified by understanding and misunderstanding.
I write past the embarrassment of exposure.
I trust nothing especially myself and slide head first into the familiar abyss of doubt and humiliation and threaten to push the delete button on my way down, or madly erase each line, pick up the paper and rip it into shreds -- and then I realise it doesn't matter, words are always a gamble, words are splinters from cut glass.
I write because it is dangerous, a bloody risk, like love, to form the words, to say the words, to touch the source, to be touched, to reveal how vulnerable we are, how transient.
I write as though I am whispering in the ear of the one I love.
I write to make peace with the things I cannot control.
I write to create fabric in a world that often appears black and white.
I write to discover. I write to uncover. I write to meet my ghosts. I write to begin a dialogue.
I write to imagine things differently and in imagining things
differently perhaps the world will change.
I write to honor beauty. I write to correspond with my friends.
I write as a daily act of improvisation. I write because it creates my composure.
I write against power and for democracy.
I write myself out of my nightmares and into my dreams.
I write in a solitude born out of community.
I write to the questions that shatter my sleep. I write to the answers that make me complacent.
I write to remember. I write to forget. I write to the music that opens my heart. I write to quell the pain.
I write with the patience of melancholy in winter. I write because it allows me to confront that which I do not know.
I write as an act of faith. I write as an act of slowness.
I write to record what I love in the face of loss. I write because it makes me less fearful of death. I write as an exercise in pure joy.
I write as one who walks on the surface of a frozen river beginning to melt.
I write out of my anger and into my passion.
I write from the stillness of night anticipating -- always anticipating.
I write to listen. I write out of silence. I write to soothe the voices shouting inside me, outside me, all around me.
I write because I believe in words.
I write because it is a dance with paradox.
I write because you can play on the page like a child left alone in
sand.
I write because it is the way I take long walks.
I write because I believe it can create a path in darkness.
I write with a knife, carving each word from the generosity of trees.
I write as ritual.
I write out of my inconsistencies. I write with the colors of memory.
I write as a witness to what I have seen. I write as witness to what I imagine.
I write by grace and grit.
I write for the love of ideas.
I write for the surprise of a sentence.
I write with the belief of alchemists.
I write knowing I will always fail. I write knowing words always fall short.
I write knowing I can be killed by own words, stabbed by syntax, crucified by understanding and misunderstanding.
I write past the embarrassment of exposure.
I trust nothing especially myself and slide head first into the familiar abyss of doubt and humiliation and threaten to push the delete button on my way down, or madly erase each line, pick up the paper and rip it into shreds -- and then I realise it doesn't matter, words are always a gamble, words are splinters from cut glass.
I write because it is dangerous, a bloody risk, like love, to form the words, to say the words, to touch the source, to be touched, to reveal how vulnerable we are, how transient.
I write as though I am whispering in the ear of the one I love.
Confessions
Cumartesi, Mayıs 16, 2015
* I am so bored of people.
* I am so done with trying
* I am so tired of failures. yes my failures.
My failures and my reminiscence
* I am so done with trying
* I am so tired of failures. yes my failures.
My failures and my reminiscence
Talk to me and get my heart
Çarşamba, Mayıs 13, 2015
“If you talk to a man in a language he understands, that goes to his head. If you talk to him in his language, that goes to his heart.”
veda mektubu ardına veda mektubu yazıyorum sana. yazıyorum ve daha çok yazıyorum. ama hiç birini sana göndermeye cesaret edemiyorum. seni hayatımdan tamamen çıkarmak mı yoksa bu şekilde her gün yanmak mı... hangisi daha çok canımı acıtacak kestiremiyorum. öyle zor ki karar veremiyorum. ikilemde kaldım, kafayı yiyorum.
Live for a vision, not for craving
"I should live for a vision, not for craving. It is such a simple concept, but it was incredibly powerful to realize it at a physical level. I felt as if I got struck by lightning."
Live for a vision, not for craving
I am not the only one.
Pazartesi, Mayıs 04, 2015
I have loved you. I swear I loved you, and I still do! I can honestly say I love you. From my deep inside, I can shiver when these three words spill from my lips...I love you.
But you are so unavailable recently, although you are always online on whatsapp. Deep inside sadly I know why it is. I know why you are online constantly even at 4am. I loved you for many years yet I realized you are unobtainable. You are unavailable for me, just typing but not answering to me. But God knows you keep mine in your hands. Damn it hurts but knowing I am not the only one hurts more. Maybe I am just not enough...
But you are so unavailable recently, although you are always online on whatsapp. Deep inside sadly I know why it is. I know why you are online constantly even at 4am. I loved you for many years yet I realized you are unobtainable. You are unavailable for me, just typing but not answering to me. But God knows you keep mine in your hands. Damn it hurts but knowing I am not the only one hurts more. Maybe I am just not enough...
Soruları sen sor
Cumartesi, Nisan 25, 2015
Karşındakinin soru sormasına izin vermeyeceksin. Soruları sen sor ki karşındakinin düşünmesine fırsat kalmasın. Soruları soran savaşı kazanır.
hayatımdakilere söyleyemediklerim 3
Pazartesi, Nisan 20, 2015
* ah be! dost dediğin bu değil. çok uğraştım seni dost yapmak için ama bir kez ve yeniden, tekrar tekrar yüzüme vurdun gerçeği. dost dediğin bu değil!
* hey! look all the fucks I give you!!!
* babam... seni çok özlüyorum. başına diktikleri o soğuk taş içimi ürpertiyor her dokunuşumda, oysaki sen ne sıcaktın. sıcacık gülüşünle güneş gibi aydınlatırdın beni. yol gösterir, yönlendirirdin. çok ihtiyacım var sana. "boncuk" diye bana seslenmene.
* yük müsün hayatıma refakat mi ediyorsun bir karar veremiyorum.
* büyük ol, kendin ol, biraz daha bizimle ol. çıkar kafanı ve bak. gerçek ol. çocuk olma, adam ol.
* yanlış zamanda yanlış şeylerle geliyorsun bana, destur diyorum her adımına.
* asshole!!!!!!!!!!!
* disturunuz çok güzel bayım.
* hadi kalk gidelim, nolur lütfen. tek kelime. GİDELİM. götür beni lütfen. GİDELİM.
İç Ses SUS ARTIK
Cuma, Nisan 17, 2015
Eskiden kolaydı aşık olduğumu anlamak, 20li yaşlar gençlik başımda duman ve heyecan hayat dolu halimle aşkımın peşine tutunup sallanırdım bir uçurtma gibi. Ama şimdi olan bunca şeyden sonra, nasıl ve ne yapmam gerektiğini hiç bilmiyorum. Aşık mıyım onu da bilmiyorum. Çünkü artık aşkın eskisi gibi bir şey olduğunu düşünmüyorum. Tek bildiğim bağlanmaktan o kadar çok kaçarken kendimi bağlarla elim kolum sana bağlanmış buldum. Her adımımla sana geliyorum istemesemde. Canım acıyor. Yıllar sonra ilk defa bu kadar çok canım acıyor. Kayıplardan yaşanan acı değil bu. Bu farklı, bu yara başka bir yara. Varlıkla yokluk arasında o bilinmeyen bölge bu. Kalp oyunlarının satranç taşlarıyla oynandığı bir yer. Ve ben biliyorum ki seviyorum. Kahretsin ki seviyorum. Bir imkansızı seviyorum.
İç ses; KES ARTIK!
TEK
Perşembe, Nisan 16, 2015
"Ve bir de şu vardı... " diye başlarım bazen cümlelerime. Hayır olmaz. Böyle başlanmaz cümlelere. Tıpkı hayata ve'lerle devam edilemeyeceği gibi yeni sayfalara ve'lerle başlanmaz. Tekillerle başlanır. O ve bu diye başlanmaz. Olmaz. Nerde çokluk orada yokluktur. Teklik iyidir, tıpkı tek atmak gibi. Tek başlanır yeni sayfalara, açılan yeni hayatlara. Yazdığın her hikayeye tek başlanır. Tek.
Asshole!
There is a thin line between being an asshole and a cheeky monkey.
You have already crossed the line and labelled yourself as asshole! Congrats!
You have already crossed the line and labelled yourself as asshole! Congrats!
mind, body & soul
Perşembe, Mart 26, 2015
"I have always believed that in order to live a happy and full life, one must connect the mind, body and soul which is why I am so passionate about living a healthy lifestyle."
21
Çarşamba, Mart 25, 2015
Bugün sana 21, babama tam da senin doğum gününde 6 ay olacak veda edeli.
İkinize de çok erken veda ettik. Böyle olmamalıydı.
Rahat uyuyun, nurlarda uyuyun, huzur içinde uyuyun.
İkinize de çok erken veda ettik. Böyle olmamalıydı.
Rahat uyuyun, nurlarda uyuyun, huzur içinde uyuyun.
Touché!
Pazartesi, Mart 23, 2015
“Selectively Social”
1. You are very frank and loud at home or when you are with your friends but you turn into a timid shy ball when you are with people you hardly know.
2. You are the entertainer in your friends circle but you hate it when your friends expect you to entertain in front of a crowd of strangers.
3. You are very close to just one or two friends among your friends circle. With the rest of the friends in your circle, you are comfortable being you but you are not too close.
4. There’s an uncertainty when you agree to keep in touch with people. There are days when you want to talk to people yet there are days when you don’t want to talk to anyone.
5. When your friends ask you to join them for an outing, the first thing you ask is; “Who all are going?” and the answer is always, always a BIG influence on your decision.
6. You try your best to avoid having a conversation with people and hence, you stay away as far as you can from your next door neighbor, class mates, colleagues and friends of friends.
7. You enjoy being alone rather than hanging out with a bunch of people… but you become one of them if you join.
8. You hate it when people comment on how boring you and your life are. When others plan for a freaking weekend partying, shopping and movies, all you look forward to is, a stay-at-home weekend, doing nothing much, but just relax, read a book, write articles and dance to the blaring music with your pajamas on.
9. You cannot forgive yourself for inviting people to your home. Most of the time, you care the least about modesties but sometimes, “You can visit my place when you want to” slips off your mouth and all you do is, regret. Just regret. You will then think of every possible excuse to give when they say they are visiting you.
10. You hate it when your girlfriend or boyfriend has an out-going personality and you always get tagged ‘my lifeless girlfriend/boyfriend’. And if you are a single like me, your dream partner is not somebody who gets annoyed when you make no plans for hangouts and movies but somebody who loves staying at home spending quality time with you.
11. You love being around people you are close with but most of the time you cherish solitude. It’s not that you never want to be with people but at the same time it’s not that you want to stay alone always. Nobody can or will ever understand your behavior just as you yourself cannot.
12. You can stay mysteriously unplugged for weeks on end. There are days you talk to people a lot and there are days when you don’t even respond to their text messages and calls.
13. You fear getting close to people. Sometimes you get along with a person very well but there comes a point where you think you are getting close to that somebody and you disconnect immediately for a long time. Getting attached to people isn’t your cup of tea.
14. You fancy the idea of partying with people but you don’t want to go to parties even if all the friends in your circle are going. You hate to turn down an invitation because you don’t want to upset people but your solitude weighs more than that for you.
15. There’s nothing more annoying than having an out-going person as your company. They can get on your nerves, talk to you about topics you least care and will persuade you to accompany them out on days you want to stay at home doing nothing. They will keep you waiting on the way while they talk to everyone they meet. Just because they smile and talk to everyone, you are seen crystal clear as ‘the contrast’.
16. To those people who don’t know you; you are and will remain that ‘grumpy, rude and anti-social person’ which in reality we aren’t.
http://thoughtcatalog.com/tenzin-woesel/2014/11/16-ways-to-identify-someone-who-is-selectively-social/
1. You are very frank and loud at home or when you are with your friends but you turn into a timid shy ball when you are with people you hardly know.
2. You are the entertainer in your friends circle but you hate it when your friends expect you to entertain in front of a crowd of strangers.
3. You are very close to just one or two friends among your friends circle. With the rest of the friends in your circle, you are comfortable being you but you are not too close.
4. There’s an uncertainty when you agree to keep in touch with people. There are days when you want to talk to people yet there are days when you don’t want to talk to anyone.
5. When your friends ask you to join them for an outing, the first thing you ask is; “Who all are going?” and the answer is always, always a BIG influence on your decision.
6. You try your best to avoid having a conversation with people and hence, you stay away as far as you can from your next door neighbor, class mates, colleagues and friends of friends.
7. You enjoy being alone rather than hanging out with a bunch of people… but you become one of them if you join.
8. You hate it when people comment on how boring you and your life are. When others plan for a freaking weekend partying, shopping and movies, all you look forward to is, a stay-at-home weekend, doing nothing much, but just relax, read a book, write articles and dance to the blaring music with your pajamas on.
9. You cannot forgive yourself for inviting people to your home. Most of the time, you care the least about modesties but sometimes, “You can visit my place when you want to” slips off your mouth and all you do is, regret. Just regret. You will then think of every possible excuse to give when they say they are visiting you.
10. You hate it when your girlfriend or boyfriend has an out-going personality and you always get tagged ‘my lifeless girlfriend/boyfriend’. And if you are a single like me, your dream partner is not somebody who gets annoyed when you make no plans for hangouts and movies but somebody who loves staying at home spending quality time with you.
11. You love being around people you are close with but most of the time you cherish solitude. It’s not that you never want to be with people but at the same time it’s not that you want to stay alone always. Nobody can or will ever understand your behavior just as you yourself cannot.
12. You can stay mysteriously unplugged for weeks on end. There are days you talk to people a lot and there are days when you don’t even respond to their text messages and calls.
13. You fear getting close to people. Sometimes you get along with a person very well but there comes a point where you think you are getting close to that somebody and you disconnect immediately for a long time. Getting attached to people isn’t your cup of tea.
14. You fancy the idea of partying with people but you don’t want to go to parties even if all the friends in your circle are going. You hate to turn down an invitation because you don’t want to upset people but your solitude weighs more than that for you.
15. There’s nothing more annoying than having an out-going person as your company. They can get on your nerves, talk to you about topics you least care and will persuade you to accompany them out on days you want to stay at home doing nothing. They will keep you waiting on the way while they talk to everyone they meet. Just because they smile and talk to everyone, you are seen crystal clear as ‘the contrast’.
16. To those people who don’t know you; you are and will remain that ‘grumpy, rude and anti-social person’ which in reality we aren’t.
http://thoughtcatalog.com/tenzin-woesel/2014/11/16-ways-to-identify-someone-who-is-selectively-social/
Kayıplarımdan Öğrendiklerim
Perşembe, Mart 19, 2015
Kaybettiğim çok şey var benim. Ve bir o kadar da özlediğim çok kişi... Kayıplarla başladım ben bu hayata, ödüller beklerken azalarak ilerledim. Onu çok istedim, allahım biliyor...öyle çok sevdim, öyle çok istedim ki... Ve sonrasinda canimin yarisi... Kalbimde kayıpların hatıralarından sevgiye yer kalmadı. Şimdi korkuyorum. Şimdi çok korkuyorum. Gececek gibi değil bu gitmeler. Şimdi daha çok korkuyorum daha çok kayıp vermekten. Canımdan giden parcalardan kalan küllerden içim zifiri karanlık. Ve sen varsın bir elmas tanesi gibi yolun sonunda. Karanlıklarım engel yolumda, gelemiyorum sana. Ve şimdi çok korkuyorum seni de kaybetmekten. Ama elim kolum bağlı, yapamıyorum. Uzak ol, böylesi daha iyi. Kırılmaktansa hiç yaşamamak daha iyi.
A Healthy Relationship
Perşembe, Mart 12, 2015
*I must be able to communicate fully as trust then follows since there is nothing that you are holding in or hiding. Everyone has insecurities. My partner should not judge me for that. My partner should make me feel comfortable about sharing those insecurities. That open communication enables us to talk openly and that’s how a person can move past those insecurities.
*I appreciate someone who is honest with how they feel. If I like someone, I’m not going to stop liking him because they are showing that they are into me. Of course, they need to have their own lives and I cannot be the centre of their universe. I don’t like it when men are aloof.
*You have to be aware of what makes your partner feel loved and appreciated. If you ignore that and get lazy then it goes downhill. The honeymoon phase doesn’t last forever. You have to make an effort to keep that spark going in different ways.
*Be confident in you. Know that you are a catch. Don’t let guys manipulate you, try to change you or break you down. Don’t lose sight of your self worth for anyone. Do things for yourself. Love yourself. Be you. Love your life first and foremost. The people who are meant to fall into that will come.
*I appreciate someone who is honest with how they feel. If I like someone, I’m not going to stop liking him because they are showing that they are into me. Of course, they need to have their own lives and I cannot be the centre of their universe. I don’t like it when men are aloof.
*You have to be aware of what makes your partner feel loved and appreciated. If you ignore that and get lazy then it goes downhill. The honeymoon phase doesn’t last forever. You have to make an effort to keep that spark going in different ways.
*Be confident in you. Know that you are a catch. Don’t let guys manipulate you, try to change you or break you down. Don’t lose sight of your self worth for anyone. Do things for yourself. Love yourself. Be you. Love your life first and foremost. The people who are meant to fall into that will come.
From the beginning
Salı, Mart 03, 2015
“I have a million things to talk to you about. A million things we have to talk about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.” — Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
o şehir
bir insanı sevmiyorsam eğer... anladın sen o şehri.
hep o lanet şehirdekiler yüzünden hayat ve istanbul bu kadar boktan oldu.
hep o lanet şehirdekiler yüzünden hayat ve istanbul bu kadar boktan oldu.
Move on!
Cumartesi, Şubat 28, 2015
Don't waste your time looking back at what you have lost. Move on! Life is not meant to be traveled backwards.
No stopping
Çarşamba, Şubat 25, 2015
I am not going to let my past stop me from living out the future I had planned.
Mutluluk nedir?
bir kaç kadeh şarap yemekle beraber
güzel bir sohbet neşeli kahkahalar
ardı ardına devam eden kadehler
akıp giden saatler
gece ilerler
karanlık daha da çöker
keyifler gayet yerinde eve gitme vaktidir artık
kalp kırıklıklarının başladığı andır gelmiştir işte
yalnızlık çöker hep beraber binilen ve tek tek inilen o arabada
radyoda röyksopp çalar, alır götürür başka dünyalara
belki birazda alkoldendir
hafif yağmur yağar araba köprüyü geçerken
kırmızı ışıklar üstüne üstüne vurur siyah camların
kalp daha da ağrır
yalnızlığına açarken ve mutsuzluğuna kapatırsın kapıyı
çok ince bir çizgide yürüyorsundur mutluluk ile mutsuzluk arasında
darbelerle, çekişmelerle birinden birine sürüklenip duruyorsundur
derin düşünceler bir kadeh daha içirtir göz yaşları ile beraber
ve sordurtur nedir bu mutluluk diye
mutluluk yoktur aslında; yaratılmış bir durumdur
yalnızlık tek gerçektir ve yalnızlığa alıştıkça mutluluk yalanına inanırsın
çok karamsar belki
ama kaçınılmaz son işte
alış ya da alışma
mutluluk yoktur hiç bu dünyada
güzel bir sohbet neşeli kahkahalar
ardı ardına devam eden kadehler
akıp giden saatler
gece ilerler
karanlık daha da çöker
keyifler gayet yerinde eve gitme vaktidir artık
kalp kırıklıklarının başladığı andır gelmiştir işte
yalnızlık çöker hep beraber binilen ve tek tek inilen o arabada
radyoda röyksopp çalar, alır götürür başka dünyalara
belki birazda alkoldendir
hafif yağmur yağar araba köprüyü geçerken
kırmızı ışıklar üstüne üstüne vurur siyah camların
kalp daha da ağrır
yalnızlığına açarken ve mutsuzluğuna kapatırsın kapıyı
çok ince bir çizgide yürüyorsundur mutluluk ile mutsuzluk arasında
darbelerle, çekişmelerle birinden birine sürüklenip duruyorsundur
derin düşünceler bir kadeh daha içirtir göz yaşları ile beraber
ve sordurtur nedir bu mutluluk diye
mutluluk yoktur aslında; yaratılmış bir durumdur
yalnızlık tek gerçektir ve yalnızlığa alıştıkça mutluluk yalanına inanırsın
çok karamsar belki
ama kaçınılmaz son işte
alış ya da alışma
mutluluk yoktur hiç bu dünyada
Kadın olmak
Pazartesi, Şubat 16, 2015
Bir kadın olmak beni bu ülkede korkutan. Çünkü kadınsan tehlikesindir. Aslında gerçekte tehlikedesindir!
Word!
Pazartesi, Şubat 02, 2015
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