Throwing back my head, I screamed as the rage erupted from me. Over and over, I saw Ian falling. Over and over, I heard Casteel shouting—begging for her to stop. Lightning ripped through the sky, heating the air. A deafening boom of thunder exploded, rattling the trees and sending birds flying in every direction. Hisa and the guards froze. Delano pressed back, bumping into Naill. They began to back up slowly—away from me as my fury charged the air, whipping up a storm. And in the distant parts of my mind, I realized it had always been me. It hadn’t been the gods that’d caused the storms. It hadn’t been Nyktos. The blood rain had been them, but this…this was me—the violent stir of energy colliding with the world around me. It had always been me—this absolute power. But I…I wasn’t me. I wasn’t the Queen of Flesh and Fire. My chest rose and fell as my fingers spread wide. I was vengeance and wrath given form, and in the moment, I was exactly what Alastir and the Unseen feared. I was the Bringer of Death and Destruction, and I would tear down the walls they sought to protect themselves with. I would rip apart their homes, scorch their lands, and fill their streets with blood until there was nowhere to run or hide. And then I would destroy them all. Streaks of silver-white energy crackled off my skin as I turned back to the edges of the woods, toward the city.
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Film/dizi izleme başlığı (kendi yıllıklarım)
İnsan aklında olanı hemen yapmalı eğer ki yaparım diye düşünür ve zamana bırakırsa o olmuyor. Ben bu gönderiyi 2022 yılına girmeden önce de düşündüm. Çünkü üniversite yıllarında çok fazla film izlerdik. Özellikle Will Smith ve Dwayne Johnson filmleri artık tekrara girmişti. :D Üzerinden bir süre geçti ve film izleme işi çok yavaşladı. Malum 2 yıl
Having someone beside you makes life livable. I guess the pleasure of living together without waiting for anything or ascribing meaning to, can't be found in anything else.
İn short, ' life is short, birds are flying.'
Edgar Allen Poe - Alone
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
From its Minamata plant -a huge gray complex of pipes, towers, and tanks- the company had for years routinely dumped its lethal by-products into the heavily fished waters of Minamata Bay.
Birds seemed to be losing their sense of coordination, often falling from their perches or flying into buildings and trees. Cats, too, were acting oddly. They walked with a strange rolling gait, frequently stumbling over their own legs. Many suddenly went mad, running in circles and foaming at the mouth until they fell.
Soon the malady spread to the fishermen and their families. The symptoms of the disease were horrible to watch. Although it was still undiagnosed, physicians knew the disease attacked the central nervous system and the brain, crippling its victimsand eventually rendering them bedridden and incoherent. Forty percent of those poisoned died. Autopsies showed that their brains had become spongelike as cells were eaten away.
With a passion that was both playful and obsessive, he pursued innovative studies of anatomy, fossils, birds, the heart, flying machines, optics, botany, geology, water flows, and weaponry. us he became the archetype of the Renaissance Man, an inspiration to all who believe that the “infinite works of nature,” as he put it, are woven together in a unity filled with marvelous patterns. His ability to combine art and science, made iconic by his drawing of a perfectly
infinite works of nature, benim memleketimde dostum. Doğanın sonsuz eserleri dut,ceviz,alma, bizim buralarda.Kitabı okuyor
It was his fate, his peculiarity, whether he wished it or not, to come out thus on a spit of land which the sea is slowly eating away, and there to stand, like a desolate sea-bird, alone. It was his power, his gift, suddenly to shed all the superfluities, to shrink and diminish so that he looked barer and felt sparer, even physically, yet lost none of his intensity of mind and so to stand on his little ledge facing the dark of human ignorance, how we know nothing and the sea eats away the ground we stand on — that was his fate, his gift.
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Birds are flying over Europe skies,
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