Sometimes you are erased before you are given the choice of stating who you are.
Hangi tür kitapları seviyorsun?
🔎 Polisiye
💕 Romantik
🚀 Bilim Kurgu
🏰 Fantastik
📖 Klasik
🧠 Kişisel Gelişim
🏛️ Tarih
😱 Gerilim
I don’t know what I’m saying. I guess what I mean is that sometimes I don’t know what or who we are. Days I feel like a human being, while other days I feel more like a sound. I touch the world not as myself but as an echo of who I was. Can you hear me yet? Can you read me?
Yemin ederim size baylar, fazla bilinçli olmak bir hastalıktır. Gerçek, tam bir hastalıktır.
Who will be lost in the story we tell ourselves? Who will be lost in ourselves? A story, after all, is a kind of swallowing. To open a mouth, in speech, is to leave only the bones, which remain untold.
You’re a mother, Ma. You’re also a monster. But so am I —which is why I can’t turn away from you. Which is why I have taken god’s loneliest creation and put you inside it.