The Girl He Loves
There was a man who I once knew,
for me there was no other.
The closer to loving me he grew,
the more he would grow further.
I tried to love him as his friend,
then to love him as his lover;
but he never loved me in the end—
his heart was for another.
"Tû gûla ber bêhna min ,
Tu evinâ dilê min ,
Hîm dêrd û dermanê min ,
Ax bêlaya serê min..."🦋
I can do nothing with him and he can do nothing with me.
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Sepana "Pirs"
Ez sepana (app) lîstikê ya bi navê "pirs" li we pêşniyar dikim. Bi çareserkirina pirsên ji kategoriyên cûrbicûr, hûnê him kêfxweş bibin him jî çand, ziman û dîroka Kurdistanê bi gelemperî nas bikin.👇🏽
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If someone loves a flower, it is enough for him to be happy just to look at the stars.
"A youth loves immaturely, and immaturely
too he hates mankind and earth. Still tethered and heavy to him are his mind and the wings of his spirit.
But in a man there is more child than in a youth, and less melancholy; he knows more about death and life.
Free for death and free in death, a sacred nay-sayer when it is no longer time for yes: thus he knows about death and life."
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Gulfiroş, Min go Gulfiroş... Bihar e, min got li ber çavên min diyar nebe Him şev û him roj! Ji te memnûn im Li derdora konê min negere û gaziya neke û gulan nefiroş! Ji ber ku îro ez penaber im. Qeflên gulan ji pêşiya çavê min reben neke gulfiroş! Naxwazim lê binêrim ji ber ku îro ez penaber im...
Ez dikarim tovên gulan li gulistana xurbetê biçînim Lê îro ez li vir im, sibe kî zane ez li kur im!
Hım!
" Bilginlerin sarf ettikleri mürekkeple, şehitlerin dökülen kanları tartıldı, bilginlerin mürekkepleri ağır geldi..."
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"Gidecek misin?"
"Hayır, bunu yapamam."
"Neden?"
"Önceden sadece verdiğim bir söz içindi."
"Önceden? Peki şimdi ne değişti?"
"Ben, sen. Olanaklarım değişti."
"Hım?"
"Önceliklerim değişti."
Just Aaron Warner smiling :)
It’s the kind of smile that transforms him into someone else entirely, the kind of
smile that puts stars in his eyes and a dazzle on his lips and I realize I’ve never
seen him like this before. I’ve never even seen his teeth—so straight, so white,
nothing less than perfect. A flawless, flawless exterior for a boy with a black,
black heart. It’s hard to believe there’s blood on the hands of the person I’m
staring at. He looks soft and vulnerable—so human. His eyes are squinting from
all his grinning and his cheeks are pink from the cold.
A frightening emptiness was reflected back at him by the water, answering to the terrible emptiness in his soul. Yes, he had reached the end. There was nothing left for him, except to annihilate himself, except to smash the failure into which he had shaped his life, to throw it away, before the feet of mockingly laughing gods. This was the great vomiting he had longed for: death, the smashing to bits of the form he hated! Let him be food for f i shes, this dog Siddhartha, this lunatic, this depraved and rotten body, this weakened and abused soul! Let him be food for fishes and crocodiles, let him be chopped to bits by the daemons!
Buddhism = Hatred towards life, Nirvana = Death
Passionately he wished to know nothing about himself anymore, to have rest, to be dead. If there only was a lightning bolt to strike him dead! If there only was a tiger to devour him! If there only was a wine, a poison which would numb his senses, bring him forgetfulness and sleep, and no awakening from that! Was there still any kind of fi lth he had not soiled himself with, a sin or foolish act he had not committed, a dreariness of the soul he had not brought upon himself? Was it still at all possible to be alive? Was it possible to breathe in again and again, to breathe out, to feel hunger, to eat again, to sleep again, to sleep with a woman again? Was this cycle not exhausted and brought to a conclusion for him?
His tone becomes softer as he takes his hand off her chin and puts his hand on top of her head.
He pulls her head into his chest so that she has her head resting on him.
"Shhhh," he says, "You've fought enough. Let Konig take care of his doll.You are tired, but what you don't understand is that I'm your best option for safety. You have two choices. Either you become my doll and I protect you from this world and all the bad people out there, or you remain by yourself and I destroy you."
The tension!
The way she's challenging him is starting to get him all hot and bothered... she's literally in his lap. On his lap, challenging him, mocking him as he just sits there and takes it.
It takes every goddamn bit of willpower he has to not flip her on her back and just ravish her right here and now.
"And I don't care," he says, each word dripping with anger. "I wanted you then, and I want you now. You're mine, mine completely from this moment onwards..."
she squints her eyes
"And if I refuse again?"
He leans forward and gets close enough to her that he's just inches away from her face.
Just looking into her eyes is making him crazy, she's not even backing down even though he's threatening her.
"I'll drag you to my room, and I'll take what's mine anyways..."
Bayılacağım şimdi...
A little gasp escapes from her lips and her heart skips a beat. She looks at his eyes.
"untill done" with me? What is that mean? Are you going to use me and throw me away?"
He notices the catch in her breath and the skip in her heartbeat. She's falling hard, she's weak and submissive now, and it's driving him crazy.
"Use you and throw you away?" He can't help but laugh slightly at the question as he strokes her cheek with his thumb. "Oh, no, little pet no, no..."
He leans in even closer to her now, his mouth just inches from hers, his voice getting raspy and low.
"I'm making you belong to me..."