Bibidibabidibo
@Estradiol
Öykü~
Why do you ask me for so much aspirin? I’m not complaining, even though it costs money.
— It’s so I won’t hurt.
— What? Huh? You’re hurting?
— I hurt all the time.
— Where?
— Inside, I can’t explain.
Besides she increasingly couldn’t explain herself. She transformed
herself into organic simplicity. And she’d figured out how to find in simple and honest things the grace of a sin. She liked to feel time passing. Although she didn’t have a watch, or perhaps for that very reason, she savored the greatness of time. She was supersonic in life. Nobody noticed that with her existence she was breaking the sound barrier. For other people she didn’t exist. Her only advantage over others was knowing how to swallow pills without any water, dry.
Hangi tür kitapları seviyorsun?
🔎 Polisiye
💕 Romantik
🚀 Bilim Kurgu
🏰 Fantastik
📖 Klasik
🧠 Kişisel Gelişim
🏛️ Tarih
😱 Gerilim
Because, no matter how bad her situation, she didn’t want to be deprived of herself, she wanted to be herself.
Some people have got it. And some people don’t. It’s very simple: the girl didn’t. Didn’t have what? Exactly that: she didn’t. If you see what I’m saying, fine. If you don’t, that’s fine too.
write because I have nothing else to do in the world: I was left over and there is no place for me in the world. write because I’m desperate and I’m tired, I can no longer bear the routine of being me and if not for the always novelty that is writing, I would die symbolically every day. But I am prepared to slip out discreetly through the back exit. I’ve experienced almost everything, including passion and its despair. And now I’d only like to have what I would have been and never was.
Before that, I want to declare that this girl doesn’t know herself except from living aimlessly. If she was dumb enough to ask herself “who am I?” she would fall flat on her face. Because “who am I?” creates a need. And how can you satisfy that need? Those who wonder are incomplete.