- Ancak kendi kurduğun gerçekten senindir kutlu, ve, kutsaldır. . .
Gau no more ın the biller glass.
Beloved, gau iıı tlıine own lıeart, The holy tree is growing there;
From joy the holy branclıes start, And all the tremb/ing flowers they bear.
Yeats, "The Two Trees"
Bakma artık acılı aynaya.
Sevdiğim, kendi yüreğine bak, Kutsal ağaç orada yetişir;
Neşeden çıkar kutsal dalları,
Ve bütün titrek çiçekleri, taşıdıkları.
what is the greatest lesson a woman should learn
that since day one
she's already had everything she needs within herself
it's the world that convinced her she did not
Bazı hikâyeler tam tahmin ettiğin gibi ilerler. Bazılarıysa son sayfada tüm bildiklerini sorgulatır. 🤯
Ters köşeleri seviyorsan, seni sonuna kadar merakta bırakacak 3 kitap önerisini keşfetmeye hazır ol!
As an apatheist, I was impressedAlıntı
my god
is not waiting inside a church or sitting above the temple's steps my god
is the refugee's breath as she's running is living in the starving child's belly is the heartbeat of the protest my god
does nót rest between pages written by holy men my god
lives between the sweaty thighs of women's bodies sold for money
was last seen washing the homeless man's feet my god
is not as unreachable as they'd like you to think
my god is beating inside us infinitely
perhaps we are all immigrants
trading one home for another
first we leave the womb for air
then the suburbs for the filthy city
in search of a better life
some of us just happened to leave entire countries 
they have no idea what it is like
to lose home at the risk of
never finding home again
to have your entire life
split between two lands and
become the bridge between two countries
when the world comes crashing at your feet
it’s okay to let others
help pick up the pieces
if we’re present to take part in your happiness
when your circumstances are great
we are more than capable
of sharing your pain
-community