Going back in a flash over the women I've known. It's like a chain which I've forged out of my own misery. Each one bound to the other. A fear of living separate, of staying born. The door of the womb always on the latch. Dread and longing. Deep in the blood the pull of paradise. The beyond. Always the beyond. It must have all started with the navel. They cut the umbilical cord, give you a slap on the ass, and presto! you're out in the world, adrift, a ship without a rudder. You look at the stars and then you look at your navel. You grow eyes everywhere—in the armpits, between the lips, in the roots of your hair, on the soles of your feet. What is distant becomes near, what is near becomes distant. Inner-outer, a constant flux, a shedding of skins, a turning inside out. You drift around like that for years and years, until you find yourself in the dead center, and there you slowly rot, slowly crumble to pieces, get dispersed again. Only your name remains.
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The book, In the Land of White Lilies, was written by the famous journalist and columnist former priest, Russian Immigrant Grigoriy SpiridonovichPetrov. Born on January 26, 1866 in Yamburg, Petrov graduated first from the seminary and then from the theological academy in 1891, becoming a priest and later choosing to become a teacher. This book,
Beyaz Zambaklar Ülkesinde
Beyaz Zambaklar ÜlkesindeGrigory Petrov · IQ Kültür Sanat Yayıncılık · 2017100,8bin okunma
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There was a boy in Simon's room. A boy with slick, black hair and cold, grey eyes. He was spinning around, holding a cat high in the air while a girl jumped and clutched at it. "Give it back," the girl said. "You'll hurt him." The boy laughed and held the cat higher - then noticed Simon standing in the doorway and stopped, his face sharpening. "Hullo," the dark-haired boy said, letting the cat drop to the floor. It landed on four feet and ran from the room. The girl ran after it. The boy ignored them, rugging his school jacket neatly into place and smiling with the left side of his mouth. "I know you. You're Simon Snow... the Mage's Heir." He held out his hand smugly. "I'm Tyrannus Basilton Pitch But you can call me Baz - we're going to be roommates." Simon scowled and ignored the boy's pale hand. "What did you think you were doing with here cat?"
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5/5 Stars (%89/100) The Kingdom of Science is getting advanced pretty quick thanks to Senku's immense knowledge. Now we have a restaurant (run by a chef named Francois), a clothing shop, money, a balloon, and many more useful things. Senku doing the Einstein pose for a camera was great. Also, we finally meet our main antagonist (well we only hear him say why over and over but you get the idea). Senku and others try to find the source of this message.
Dr. Stone, Vol. 11
Dr. Stone, Vol. 11Riichiro İnagaki · VIZ Media LLC · 202019 okunma
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In our courts, when the world of the white man meets the world of the black man, the white man always wins. No matter how ugly this is, it's a fact of life. Killing a Mockingbird / Harper Lee- VERY UGLY
THE PERSON YOU MEET AT THE END IS YOU
The universe curves, as does the Earth. And as hard as you try and run away from everything you are, you’ll find yourself where you left yourself when you come home. Just tired. Fix yourself before you try and outrun yourself.
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