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halkasizzsaturnn · 5 minutes ago
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15 yaşındaydım. o zamanlar ismi pek duyulmayan ama şimdi geniş bir kitleye hitap eden bir hocam vardı lisede. bir gün demişti ki "bir insanı duygusal boşlukta olduğun için ya da sadece yüzü, fiziği güzel olduğu için sevebilirsin. bunlar yeterlidir senin için. ancak sebeplerin olmalı, sıralayabilmelisin. 'bu insanı seviyorum çünkü şu yönleri beni tamamlıyor, bu özellikleri hoşuma gidiyor, şu aktiviteyi onunla yapmaktan daha çok keyif aldığım için seviyorum' diyebilmelisin. çünkü sevgi anlaşmak değildir, nedensiz sevilmez. bu seni saplantılı bir insana dönüştürür." şimdi 20 yaşındayım. yeni yeni fark ediyorum bu sözlerin hayatımı ne denli etkilediğini. ve teoman'dan özür dileyerek söylemek istiyorum ki: "sevgi anlaşmak değildir, nedensiz sevilmez"
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SHREDDED YOU
I will not ask for the reason But your eyes say it anyway Your whole story now drums in my ear By feeling the pain I devote my every bit To console your agony My lips automatically turn to be fascinating for you As I say, it's what you are looking for Pieces of you that longed for some stitches It's what my time will do But soon after the call for life come I leave you as birds go away from their nest The stitches might lose their strengths And that eyes depressing look again haunt you So please be your counsellor That can repair shredded you
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formationb · 6 minutes ago
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DO NOT USE, EDIT, TRANSLATE OR REPOST/RE-UPLOAD ANY OF MY WORKS
I do not allow the use/redistribution of my fanart on any website and/or by any other user.
My original work is strictly posted under this blog only.
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espaciopya · 7 minutes ago
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Mutlu bir masal nasıl biter hepimiz biliyoruz. Aşıklar kavuşur, hastalar iyileşir, iyi karakterler hep yaşar, kahramanlar kazanır. Benim masalım da hiçbiri olmadı. Ne aşıklar kavuştu, ne hastalar iyileşti, ne iyi karakterler hep yaşadı, ne kahramanlar kazandı. Aşıklar kavuşmadı ama çok güzel anlar yaşayıp iyi ki yaşamışım dediler, hastalar iyileşmedi ama uzun süre sevdikleriyle birlikte oldular, iyi karakterler öldü ama kimse onları unutmadı, kahramanla kazanmadı ama kaybetmeyi öğrendiler. Benim masalım hüzünlü bitti ama mutlu da bitti. Her anına değerdi dendi.Kitabın sonu ağlamaklıydı ama keşkeler yoktu. Keşke dememek için en güzel şekilde yazıldı. Herşeyiyle sonuna kadar okumaya değerdi diyenler için..
Espaciopya.
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purroddity · 13 minutes ago
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I've accepted my comfort ship as canon to the point where whenever there's another hint at them liking each other romantically and the entire fandom is screaming "OHH??? MY?????? GOD??????????" I am just sitting there barely fazed like "yea ok we been knew but thanks for the food, hmu when they kiss" and I think that will make me sound extremely pathetic if the series ends with them still being ""'ambiguous'"" (which I still strongly believe they are not but gay ships just b like that sometimes)
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nemo-my-name-forevermore · 14 minutes ago
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THIS HANDSOME HANDSOME MAN IS THE ONLY FACECLAIM I ACCEPT FOR FEDERICO, ASIDE FROM MR. JESSE RATH THAT GAVE LOVELY FEDERICO HIS SWEET FACE.
LOVELY.
SUPREME.
HANDSOME.
I STAN.
NOW, IMMA HEAD BACK TO WRITING.
GOT A CARNEVALE AND SMLUFF TO ORGANIZE.
A VICTORIAN SKATING RENDEZ-VOUS TO EXPLORE IN GREAT DETAIL.
(all of this because i was looking for picture of Venezia during the Carnevale, and Fate Pinterest wanted that I was to find gifs of Mr. Pasqualino here.)
--NemoTurunen
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daze-writes · 15 minutes ago
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you are 13 it is your friend’s bat mitzvah you are at a hotel wearing clothes that itch the girl you are in love with was not able to attend you do not yet fully understand the extent of your neurodivergence the music is loud and the lights are bright artificial colors it is too much for you you are feeling strange you lift the white sheet draped over the large circular table where you are seated just enough to see the dark space underneath you crouch down you are on your hands and knees the carpet is surprisingly soft the light is dim purple and the music is muted you lie on your side curled in on yourself and you text your dad on your flip phone asking when he will be able to pick you up
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currentlyprocrastinating · 16 minutes ago
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aaaaa my heart... n he's tearing up QnQ
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yes yes yes yes yes it is!!! time!!
we!! accept you!! aaaaaaa!!!!
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valentinespencer · 18 minutes ago
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love how in emily's arc in season 6 her and tsia and sean are trying so hard not to be suspicious but then they turn around and throw away phones in public and speak french for 5 seconds before immediately turning back into english on subways while they're all sitting several seats from each other
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applepi00 · 20 minutes ago
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Y’all I stayed up all night reading the post mortem posts for a shitty “punk” band, it’s 5am and I doubt I’m sleeping today. Fuck. You guys never let me down though, but maybe next time we mass bully plants we can do it on a Friday night?
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zephyriteluna · 20 minutes ago
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Streaming
Going live with some Mercy/Support Competitive in Overwatch! The ups and downs of the Overwatch has placed us once again on the border of plat and diamond. Can we get off this unending rollercoaster and get the climb we've looking for? https://www.twitch.tv/lunalight_ 
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narke · 22 minutes ago
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i do love that sticky jumping was a bug that was made a feature. very in line with the spirit and origins of rocket jumping. also yet another thing for me to put in the “sol+demo complementary aspects” pile
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spirilium · 27 minutes ago
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But even as she gave thanks, she knew that the rain was not enough. She wanted a storm—thunder, wind, a deluge. She wanted it to crash through Ketterdam’s pleasure houses, lifting roofs and tearing doors off their hinges. She wanted it to raise the seas, take hold of every slaving ship, shatter their masts, and smash their hulls against unforgiving shores. I want to call that storm, she thought. And four million kruge might be enough to do it. Enough for her own ship—something small and fierce and laden with firepower. Something like her. She would hunt the slavers and their buyers. They would learn to fear her, and they would know her by her name. The heart is an arrow. It demands aim to land true. She clung to the wall, but it was purpose she grasped at long last, and that carried her upward.
She was not a lynx or a spider or even the Wraith. She was Inej Ghafa, and her future was waiting above.
Six of Crows, Chapter 25: Inej
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