“…she says, Peter, as if the dead could be called back into new, stunned bones. The snow has started up again, whitening the path as though nothing happened. But to live like a bullet, to touch people with such intention. To be born going one way, toward everything alive. To walk into the world you never asked for and choose a place where your wanting ends—which part of war do we owe this knowledge? It’s warm in this house where we will die, you and I. Let the stanza be one room, then. Let it be big enough for everyone, even the ghosts rising now from this bread we tear open to see what we’ve made of each other. I know, we’ve been growing further apart, unhappy but half full. That clearing snow and baking bread will not fix this. I know, too, as I reach across the table to brush the leftover ice from your beard, that it’s already water. It’s nothing, you say, laughing for the first time in weeks. It’s really nothing. And I believe you. I shouldn’t, but I do.”
Sayfa 64Kitabı okudu
I know that a lot of people don’t understand why I love taking pictures of myself naked or in new dresses. But I think if they’d been photographed by other people thousands of times, prodded and posed for other people’s approval, they’d understand that I get a lot of joy from posing the way I feel sexy and taking my own picture, doing whatever I want with it. I was born into this world naked, and I honestly feel like the weight of the world has been on my shoulders. I wanted to see myself lighter and freer. As a baby, I had my whole life in front of me, and that’s how I feel now, like a blank slate.
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Pek çok insanın neden çıplak ya da yeni elbiselerle fotoğraf çekmeyi sevdiğimi anlamadığını biliyorum. Ama sanırım başkaları tarafından binlerce kez fotoğraflansa, dürtüklenip başkalarının onayına poz verseler, seksi hissettiğim şekilde poz vermekten, kendi fotoğrafımı çekmekten, ne olursa olsun yapmaktan ne kadar keyif aldığımı anlarlardı. Onunla istiyorum. Bu dünyaya çıplak doğdum ve açıkçası dünyanın yükünün omuzlarımda olduğunu hissediyorum. Kendimi daha hafif ve daha özgür görmek istedim. Bebekken tüm hayatım önümdeydi ve şimdi de böyle hissediyorum, boş bir sayfa gibi.
Everything about || m i n d s e t ||
Tahmin edileceği üzere varlıklı bir ailede dünyaya gelmedi. Maddi zorluklar yaşamalarına rağmen Chanel, bu fakirliği her zaman inkâr edecek ve zengin bir ailenin kızı olduğuna başkalarını ikna etmeye çalışacaktı gelecek yıllarda.
As expected, she was not born into a wealthy family. Although they had financial difficulties, Chanel would always deny this poverty and try to convince others that she was the daughter of a wealthy family.
Sayfa 12 - Destek Yayınları 9. BaskıKitabı okudu
Untimely breakups
We live our separations according to custom.
In our pockets, the seal of Sultan Süleyman,
On our backs, the eyes of David.
Saying, "The below is the same as the above,"
We sacrifice all our loves
To a single message.
When Jesus was crucified,
He cried out in the darkness
The cry of the surrender of love.
His disciples,
On the day of the
“Bartleby,” said I, gently calling to him behind his screen.
No reply.
“Bartleby,” said I, in a still gentler tone, “come here; I am not going to ask you to do any thing you would prefer not to do—I simply wish to speak to you.”
Upon this he noiselessly slid into view.
“Will you tell me, Bartleby, where you were born?”
“I would prefer not to.”
“Will you tell me any thing about yourself?”
“I would prefer not to.”
to my beloved, Dylan Thomas.
Today, I read a poem of yours and it made me cry; "I Have Longed To Move Away".
Both being passionately attached to life and madly running away from it fit so nicely into the verses of a poem, Dylan. Every time I come face to face with you, I hear the words you say and get lost in the meaning of it. Reading the lines you write is like