── hünnap .✦
@jimtale
pes edeyim deme—
yolun daha var
Şu anda okuduğu kitaplar
cookie—dough–kinda—gal
‘As long as you’re a cookie dough kinda gal. Quote, Ravi Singh,’ he said dramatically into an invisible microphone, ‘a thesis on the best ice-cream flavour, Pip’s car, Septemb–'
‘Shut up.’
Reklam
If an immortal feels true love for even a minute, they become human for that minute. If the feeling lasts too long, their mortality becomes permanent.
And most immortals would kill the object of their affection rather than become human.
WHERE IS MY RAVI
‘Hello, Sarge,’ he said, the creaking sound of him pushing the door fully open. ‘Agent Ravi here, reporting for boyfriending duties.’
‘Hello, Agent Ravi,’ Pip said, her breath fogging up the glass in front of her. The smile was back, fighting her until she gave in.
‘I see,’ he said. ‘Not even a glance back, or one of your scornful looks. Not a hug, not a kiss. Not an Oh, Ravi, darling, you look devilishly handsome today and you smell like a spring dream. Oh, Pip, my dear, you are too kind to notice. It’s a new deodorant I’m trying.’ A pause. ‘No, but seriously, what are you doing? Can you hear me? Am I a ghost? Pip?’
We can’t and don’t know what others are thinking. We can’t and don’t know what motivations people have for doing the things they do. Ever. Not entirely. This was my terrifying, youthful epiphany.
We just never really know anyone.
I don’t.
Neither do you.
