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Ters köşeleri seviyorsan, seni sonuna kadar merakta bırakacak 3 kitap önerisini keşfetmeye hazır ol!
'It may seem that life is difficult at times but it's really as simple as breathing in and out,' she read. 'Rip open hearts with your fury and tear down egos with your modesty. Be the person you wish you could be, not the person you feel you are doomed to be. Let yourself run away with your feelings. You were made so that someone could love you. Let them love you.'
I tried to imagine what it would feel like to find a sense of security in the person you went to bed with - a notion that was so foreign to me. I looked at the small gaps in between all their bodies and imagined the places that lay between them; the stories they had written together; the memories and the language and the habits and the trust and the future dreams they would have discussed while drinking wine late at night on the sofa. I wondered if I would ever have that with someone or if I was even built to float in a sea of love. Whether I even wanted to.
On long, lonely nights when your fears crawl over your brain like cockroaches and you can't get to sleep, dream of the time you were loved - in another lifetime, one of toil and blood. Remember how it felt to find shelter in someone's arms. Hope that you'll find it again.
Without the love of Farly, I am just a heap of frayed and half-finished thoughts; of blood and muscle and skin and bone and unachievable dreams and a stack of shit teenage poetry under my bed.