"Hayatta en nefret ettiğim şey yabancıların gücüne dayanarak kendi ülkesinin insanlarını ezenlerdir."
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She wanted us to walk as equals. And it was less anxiety for me than standing there in front of everyone waiting for her to come to me.
There wouldn’t be a sweetheart or head table for everyone to stare at all night. We’d be sitting with our best friends and their spouses at a table mixed in with everybody else. No first dance—we’d dance when everyone else did. Nothing that put too much focus directly on us — me — other than the ceremony itself. We just wanted to celebrate with our friends and family, and Briana knew what I needed to be comfortable... It was also one of the many reasons I loved her so much.
She belonged to me.
I wanted to kill him for putting the goddess—my goddess—in the man’s mind.
Kendini insan olarak görmeyen,insan gibi muamele görmeyi de hak etmez.
Is it hot in here?...
Her back arches and she presses her body to him. She swallows and looks at him under her eyelashes.
"**Please~**"
She pleads him to stop but it sounds like another thing. Levi looks at her with heated eyes, his heart pounding at how she arches into him, her body pressing against his, his breath coming in heavy pants at the feel of her against his body.
“Gods… please… please… don’t ask me to stop now… not when I’ve got you finally…”
He whispers huskily, needfully in her ear, his voice barely a breath, desire burning bright in his eyes. An electricty goes down on her spine at his pleading tone. He's literally begging her! She swallows and wraps her arms around his neck and burries her face to his neck.
"J-just.. Don't make me scream too much..."
Levi groans deeply as she wraps her arms around his neck and buries her face in his, his heartbeat thudding wildly in his chest. His hands come up to bury into her hair, tilting her head up.
“**I make… no… promises…**”
He whispers huskily against her, before his mouth descends down onto her jawline, pressing hot, open mouth kisses over her, moving towards her neck.
...Her sarsıntıda insanların karakteri daha da zayıfladı ve kötü olanlar kazandı.
...Galip gelenler en kötüler olacaktır.《Ben karakterden bahsetmek istedim ama bu kelimeyi söyleyince yüzüme tükürdüler. 》
NET!
Karamsarlar,yaşamaktan korkar,ölmekten değil.Bizim halkımız hep mutlu yaşar.Açlıktan bir deri bir kemik de kalsalar karamsarlık nedir bilmezler ya da doğuştan kafasızdırlar.
Yine de insanın umudu olmalı...Ya da şöyle denebilir:umut insanın sorumluluğudur.Umutsuz olmak kendinden vazgeçmenin ifadesidir.
"There was something so incredibly intoxicating about hearing her whisper filthy things she wanted from him and then providing them for her."
Siyasette sadece değişim olur ama reform olmaz.Bu nedenle de demokrasi fikri ne kadar yaygınsa halk o kadar fakirleşir.