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yildizlarkirlenmis · 1 year
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papatyamsirem · 8 months
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"Ah bu ben, kendimi nerelere koşsam
Çekilsem sahillere hayaller mi kursam"
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sadecebirmevsim · 7 months
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ah bu ben, kendimi nerelere koysam'
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vazgecmelerustasi · 2 years
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İst’AN’bul 
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Seni unutarak baktığımda bile, dünyanın her yerlerinden geçiyorsun.. !
EDİP CANSEVER 
https://youtu.be/AgXro_U4rNA   🎶 🚬🍷 ✨
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Üsküdar’da, benim için neredeyse her şeyin başladığını sandığım noktadan geçerken, ve artık kendimce dönülmez akşamın ufkundaymışım gibi hissederken daha 30 yaşında olduğumu hatırladım. Dönmek istediğim bir yer yok aslında, tam da şu an olduğum yerden başka bir yerde olmak istemezdim, hatta şükrünü yeterince eda edemediğimden muzdaribim. Yine de bir yere döneceksem kendime dönmek isterdim. Bugün birkaç saatliğine sanki hiçbir sorumluluğum yokmuşçasına yolumu yeniden sahile düşürdüm, eskiden yalnız yürüdüğüm sokakları yeniden yeniden arşınladım, her köşe başı durup ayrı bir anının ellerinden tuttum. Kendime bir yer bulup defterime anlamsızca notlar aldım, uzun uzun cümleler kurdum. Belki ileride üzerini çizmek isteyeceğim cümlelerdi ama yüklerimden arınmam için yazılmaları gerekiyordu.
Yıllardır her ne yaptıysam en iyi şekilde yapmaya çabalayışlarım, mütemadiyen kendimi zora sokuşlarım, yani aslında benim mükemmelliyetçiliğe uydurduğum kılıfım, 30 sene sonra elimde patlamış gibi hissediyorum. Bana sorarsanız geç bile kalmıştı zaten, sağlık olsun. Bundan sonra içimden geldiği gibi değil elimden geldiği kadar yapacağıma, eksiğiyle fazlasıyla, beğenmesem bile yazmaya devam edeceğime dair kendi kendime kararlar aldım. Bu yeni bir başlangıç mı olur son mu olur zamanla göreceğiz. İkizler burcu biri olarak aldığım kararlardan anında cayma hakkını hep elimde tutmuşumdur. Yine de bu yazıyı paylaşıyor olmak bile benim için büyük bir miad sanırım. Bir yerden başlamak lazım, bakalım mükemmelliyetçilik duvarlarını yıkabilecek miyiz? Bir de uzun zamandır görmediğim bir dostum bugün dedi ki “kendine haksızlık etme kendini sev” belki son zamanlarda çok popüler bir söz ama uzun zamandır görüşmediğim birinden böyle şeyler duymak umduğumdan da iyi geldi. Zaten aydınlanışım da konuşma sonunda gerçekleşti, gerçekten de ağzımla kuş tutsam kendi kendimi yine memnun edemeyeceğim bir haldeymişim. Hep mi böyleydim, sanırım kendimi bildim bileli hep buna meyilliydim, kendimce başaramadığımı düşündüğüm yıldığım bir alan açılınca da iyice işler karıştı sanırım. Ne demişler geç olsun da güç olmasın, bir yerden başlamalı, bizi en iyi hissettiren yerden kelimelerin gücünden yola çıkmalı.
Vira bismillah…
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gitaristkiz · 1 year
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“Sen beni tanımazsın...”
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sayiklamalarim · 1 year
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"Saklansam bir yerlerde gizlice ağlasam."
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izmirinegesiyim1 · 1 year
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Çok mu dertlisin, gel buraya sarılacağım.
Dertli olsam bile...
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bulutderler · 1 year
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- "Konuşmak istersen, beni arayabilirsin."
+ "Seni aramak için konuşmak istememe gerek yok, ben seninle susmayı da seviyorum."
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yildizlarkirlenmis · 1 month
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Ben beceremedim... Sensiz mutlu olamadim? Sen aklımda iken, başkasına gülemedim. Bir an olsun seni aklımdan çıkarıp da, yerine başka birini koyamadım? Bütün hislerimi seninle paylaşırken, sensizlik ile başa çıkmaya çalışırken yerle bir oldum. Sana benzeyen bedenlere karışıp, senin ruhunu aradım. Uykularım kaçtı fakat aklımdan bir an olsun çıkmadın. Sensizlik ağır. Yanında gülüp, "kocam" Dedin adamla seni izlemek zor sevgılım.
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uzaklarasavrulalim · 7 months
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Nasıl bir gündü anlamadım
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arthez · 9 months
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Alın bunu burdan
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Eğer bir dizi çekseydim murat soner beğenirdi ve yalan dünya Bünyamin başrolüm olurdu. Başka bi dizimde antika arabası olan uzaylı bi yekeşeku olurdu. Başka bi dizide de tuna olurdu. Birinde de zeynep çamcı... çok orji fikirler var nuri bilge ceylan ulaş bana #yanlışadres
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fallenfromabovee · 10 months
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beni tanısan bu kadar sevmezsin.
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serbestvezin · 10 months
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gecen Talha ilk defa bu kadar fark etti ve çok korktu yavrum yine de çocuk olmanın ayrıcalığını yaşıyor ve hemen oyuna dalabiliyor *sonra yersiz bir yerde döküyor kucağındaki taşları ve korkuları
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kimmkitsuragi · 1 year
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her ne kadar beklenmedik derecede iyiyim desem bile önümüzdeki bir haftayı nasıl atlatıcam bilmiyorum
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luveline · 11 months
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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 | 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐨’𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚
the tension between you and miguel rises to an all-time high —a ficlet featuring a grumpy miguel and a flirty, distracted spider-girl. pre across the spider-verse but contains spoilers. fem!reader, 1k
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Miguel has asked you multiple times to leave him alone while he's working. The strike force can't run itself (or so he claims —Margo and Lyla seem plenty capable, in your eyes) and he needs time and solitude to organise the protection of canon events, and—
"Blah, blah, blah," you say, dropping your voice to a soft, teasing melody as you skirt around his frankly audaciously jacked chest. 
"Don't blah, blah, blah me," Miguel says. You'd be intimidated if you weren't so happy to mess with him. "I'm not kidding around." 
Okay, maybe you are intimidated. That just makes messing with him more fun. 
The room he operates from, as you've so fondly monikered The Office, is in organised chaos, and much too dark. You drag a lone chair toward his control panel and set yourself down in front of all his screens and computers. 
"Ooh," you hum, reaching for an unlabelled switch with a purposeful slowness. 
Predictably, Miguel slams his hand over yours, yanking your chair back with an annoyed, "No." 
"Come on, Miguel. What harm could I possibly do?"
"You could–" 
"Topple the multiverse?" you suggest. "I've heard." 
"You could turn off every member of the Society's DMW. That's what that does. Potentially endangering each of their lives by stranding them in unfamiliar dimensions, and preventing them from correcting canon events." 
You feel bad for teasing him when you see the look on his face, anger and exhaustion and the slimmest allowance of defeat. It must be tough to lead the Spider-Society. Tougher to micromanage more than half of its members. 
Pulling your hand from under his, you cross your arms over your stomach and give him an apologetic frown. "Sorry, Miguel."
Evidence of his sweet spot for you lines his expression, softening his sharp jaw and the stoic set of his brow. It's gone as quick as it came, and his mask falls back into place. He turns away from you as though pretending you aren't there and scans one of his holographic screens, his face glowing with a yellow-orange haze. 
Miguel has to tolerate you, because you're a Spider-Girl. Though you've never called yourself that aloud, and you're not sure anyone else has, either, it's an undeniable truth. You were bitten by a radioactive spider that gave you super mutant abilities, though yours aren't as potent as others. You're not especially strong, you probably couldn't stop a bus with your bare hands, but you're smart. You haven't saved the world or anything, but you lost your Uncle Ben. You paid the toll. 
Every spider person has lost someone. Miguel seems to have lost more than that. 
"You know," you mumble, kicking the ground lightly to make your chair spin on its axle, "I've been thinking…" 
"That's never good." 
"Why do we wear our suits here?" you ask, spinning for a second time, the room moving past your eyes in flashes. "It seems performative." 
"Ah, I can answer that. Some of us work when we're here." 
You wrinkle your nose at his deadpan and kick the floor again, spinning so fast it makes you laugh. "What did you say? I can't hear you from your high horse– woah!" 
Miguel grabs the back of your chair, bringing you to a sudden and firm stop. You blink hoping it'll assuage the dizziness between your eyes, and when it doesn't work you keel forward, muttering, "Woah, I'm gonna die." 
"You won't die." 
"How do you know?" you ask. 
"You're under my watch, aren't you?" 
"I knew you liked me," you say. "Oh, I don't feel well." 
"You brought it on yourself." 
You catch your breath. When you feel okay enough to stand you almost trip, and Miguel doesn't bother pretending that he had any intention of stopping you from landing flat on your face. The you before the spider bite would've wiped out. This you giggles and holds Miguel's elbow for a second while you plant your feet. 
"Okay, boss-man," you ask, looking up at the unnaturally high screen he's investigating. "What are we doing today?" 
"I'm supervising a task force operation on Earth-31913. You're going home." 
"Miguel," you say, not sure if you want to flirt with him or piss him off. He looks incredibly pissed off already, so you choose flirtation. "Have I told you how handsome you look this evening?" 
He doesn't react. His hands don't so much as shift where they're akimbo on his hips. 
"You really have the most handsome eyes," you continue, weaving around his arm to stand in front of him. You have to crane your neck to see them. "Sulky. Do I really have to go home? I'd rather stay here with you." 
He looks down his nose at you. "Yeah?" he asks quietly, his voice rough as hewn stone.
"Yeah," you say, taking a small step back. 
"And do what?" 
You mirror his stance, hands on your hips. Your suit isn't form fitting like his, doesn't showcase nearly so much lean muscle, but you like it. You'd chosen a simple black ensemble to match the spider who bit you with a pinky purple heart over your stomach. Miguel had asked about it once, just once, when you'd first met and he had no idea how much of a problem for him you were going to become. 
Why there? 
Why do you think? you'd asked, giving him a sticky-sweet smile. 
Forget I asked. 
He lifts a hand to your chin, pinching it between two deft fingers. You're lucky he isn't wearing his gloves; his claws would pierce your jaw. 
"What do you want to do?" he asks, again so quietly. "If you stay?" 
"I could help with the task force." 
"That's what you want to do?" 
You flush with heat but refuse to let him know how you're feeling. Your heart bumps against your ribs, breath caught in your throat as he tilts your head up, as he leans down. 
"No," he says near your lips, "that's not it." 
"I could help you?" you offer. 
Something flashes in his eyes. You hesitate to call it lust. It reminds you of a cat with a mouse in it’s clutches, only his pupils are blown, black and inky and wide as dimes. 
"You want to help me?" he asks, his lips an inch, half of that from yours. 
You nod minutely. "Yes," you say under your breath. 
His hand moves to your cheek. He leans in closer and closer, until there's a hair's width of air between his mouth and yours, the tips of your noses bent together. His breath fans over your bottom lip and it's hot. You swear you can feel his heart as his chest presses to yours. He lingers there for an endless handful of seconds, silently egging you on.
You call his bluff and refuse to close the distance. 
Miguel pushes you away from him, far from cruel but certainly not sweet. "I have a tower of paperwork you can file," he says. 
"Here I thought you were finally going to bite my head off," you hum. "You're a sore loser, Miguel." 
"And you're my pest," he says, holding your gaze for a half-second too long. He turns away. "Lyla? Arrange the recounts from the last canon event for Spider-Girl's perusal, please." 
"So you've remembered I'm here?" Lyla asks wryly.
You don't mind the paperwork. You sign each one with a winky face and a pink gel pen heart, knowing Miguel will go over them all again, and knowing he'll grow angrier and angrier with each heart.
He'll kiss you and mean it one day. You just have to play the waiting game.
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thanks so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed!
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