"Bu dijital dünyanın tefekkür ya da düşünmeye hiç saygısı yok"
Does it ever make you think
Everytime he texts you and you feel your heart sink?
Maybe you're worth more than that
Baby I know that's a fact
I'm sick of standing on the sidelines
Watching some other guy come and waste your time
You should be with someone else
Baby that's where I can help
If I was your man, just me
We'd never need company
So come on take my hand, move slow
Let your body let me know
Something in your mind is changing
And you're wondering about you and me
Why are you, why are you wasting your time?
kipps was kipps ve flo was flo beni bitirdi
but eight hard-bitten agents, bristling with rapiers, flares and grim-faced purpose? we must have been quite an unnerving sight, standing there─and that was before you assessed us individually. george was just finishing a tuna sandwich, holding his hand underneath to catch the falling flakes. bobby vernon sported his enormous salt gun. kipps was kipps. flo was flo. i kind of understood the guy's point.
Sayfa 300 - lucy's povKitabı okudu
The Blinds
I moved to Philadelphia for some peace and quiet after New York City. After paying a week’s rent in a roominghouse, I walked down the street to look for the nearest bar. Half a block. I walked in and sat down. It was the poor part of town and the bar was fifty years old. You could smell the urine and shit of one-half a century wafting
"So this guy," I said, standing in the doorway of the living room, "François Rabelais, He was this poet. And his last words were, 'I go to seek a Great Perhaps.' That's why I'm going. So I don't have to wait until I die to start seeking a Great Perhaps."
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