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Ocak 2021 tarihinde katıldı
Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.
Her çiçeğin bir mevsimi, her kitabın bir zamanı vardır. Haziranın tadını yeni hikâyelerle çıkarın.
You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.
Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One could not escape from them. And yet what a subtle magic there was in them! They seemed to be able to give a plastic form to formless things, and to have a music of their own as sweet as that of viol or of lute. Mere words! Was there anything so real as words?
