what kind of a shotting in the arm is this :)
It is silly of you, for there is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.
(Aptal olma. Hakkında konuşuluyor olmasından daha kötü bir şey varsa şu dünyada, o da hakkında konuşulmuyor olmasıdır.)
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i could never be somebody's crush. i could never be the romantic interest in some other boy's story. i'm not pretty enough to have that kind of love. that kind of love where he stares at you and says that "you are so beautiful". i'm not that pretty enough to be loved from afar. pined after. persued. sure, someone will love me eventually, but they'll have to know me. and maybe that's not so bad. but is it too much to want to be wanted like the boys want pretty girls? to be wanted like i see on tv? i just want someone to have a crush on me. a silly little crush, for a silly little girl.
- I don’t want to work for other people . (Başkaları için çalışmak istemiyorum .)
His Father :
- Don’t be silly! Life is like this . You don’t have a chance.
( Aptal olma ! Hayat böyle . Başka şansın yok.)
Sen önce çocuğunu öldürmeye çalışanlara dikkat et
I wanted a husband to wake me up with coffee on my birthday, a kid to shove a silly handmade card into my face. I wanted a family.
“What a silly thing love is “
A perfect standpoint
That accounts for the fact that we all take such pains to over-educate ourselves. In the wild struggle for existence, we want to have something that endures, and so we fill our minds with rubbish and facts, in the silly hope of keeping our place.
Hepimiz kendimizi eğitmek için bu kadar zahmete giriyoruz. Bu vahşi varoluş mücadelesinde, hepimiz kalıcı bir şeylere sahip olmak istiyoruz ve yerimizi korumak adına, aptalca bir umut besleyerek, zihinlerimizi çöplerle, birtakım gerçeklerle dolduruyoruz.
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Octavia Butler'dan yazmak isteyenlere tavsiyeler:
Writing for publication may be both the easiest and the hardest thing you’ll ever do. Learning the rules—if they can be called rules—is the easy part. Following them, turning them into regular habits, is an ongoing struggle. Here are the rules:
1. Read. Read about the art, the craft, and the business of writing. Read the kind of work you’d like
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Scorpio women :)
She's everything but crazy.
They've mistaken her passion for aggressiveness,
her needs for silly demands.
Her flaws were too much to handle
and her love was too real to accept...
Pierre Alex Jeanty
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Niyə mən bir hədəfə çatmaq üçün, başqa sözlə nədəsə uğurlu olmaq uğrunda çabalayım ?
Özü də əgər mən hədəfə çatarkən alacağım həzzi sosial şəbəkələrin dopomin bolluğundan ala bilirəmsə, lap özü də çox yaxın müddətdə.
Niyə mən oturub kitab oxumalıyam, instagramda "silly cat" videolarına baxmaq varkən ?
Dopomin, dopomin, dopomin.
Yuxarıda yazdıqlarım mənə yox, beyinlərimizə aiddir hansı ki dopomin adlı "tanrıya" sitayiş eliyir. ( Elətdirilir və ya elətdiririk )
Fabrikdən çıxma birəbir eyni olan robotlar kimi eyni anda eyni şeyləri düşünən ( "Oyda mən də indicə onu düşünürdüm" sözlərini inanmıram ki indikilər qədər işlədən var ), duyğusallıqla bağlarını yavaş-yavaş qoparan, ən əsası da yaşama fərqindəliyini itirmiş gənclər.
Aranızdan biri də çıxıb deyəndə ki, "Mən uğurlu biznesmen olacam", "Mən bu gün Tolstoy oxuyacam", "Mən x'i eləməyə başlıyacam" qarşılaşdığı tanrısı dopomin olanların məzəmmətindən başqa nə olur ?
Bugünü üçün, indiki həzzləri üçün yaşıyan bizlərin və sosial şəbəkələrin əlindən gəl də indi bir şey elə !?
Bunlardan qurtulmaq artıq qeyri-mümkündür ancaq ən azından yaşadığımızın fərqinə varmalıyıq; İçdiyimiz çaydan həzz almağı, yeriyərkən yeridiyimizin fərqində olmağı ən əsası da biraz insan kimi yaşamağı bacarmalıyıq.
Mən də həmin robotlardanam amma fərqli olduğuna inanan robotlardan, hamı kimi..
"The silly people don't know their own silly business."
(Aptal insanlar kendi aptal işlerini bilmiyorlar.)
You artists are silly people. You want to be famous. You become famous. Then you don’t like being famous.
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The shimmer of pearls in Ezra’s hair caught my attention. I stared at the tiny, round gems. They were pretty, but I didn’t wear jewelry other than the gold chains that had once held my veil in place. No one had ever given me a piece—not a ring, necklace, hairpin, or bauble. I’d never purchased any for myself with whatever coins I’d found in my travels throughout the city, either. I never sought to own jewelry because I didn’t think it was meant for me. That sounded silly, but when Ezra or Mother wore such sparkly, beautiful things, they felt meant for them. Just as they did for nearly every female and many of the males in attendance tonight.
My mother’s head turned toward Ezra in response to something she’d said. The Queen smiled, and the breath I took was too thin. It was a beautiful smile, and I couldn’t remember her ever directing one like that at me.
She smiled at Ezra that way, but not me. Not her daughter.
I swallowed in hopes of easing the lump that had filled my throat, and all I succeeded in doing was nearly choking myself. My mother laughed, and I felt it in every bone. I had never made her laugh. Why would I? I was the failed Maiden, and Ezra was a Princess.
Gods, I was actually…jealous. After all these years. How could that even be possible? I wanted to laugh, but for the briefest of moments, I wanted to be Ezra.
I wanted to be the one sitting there, worthy of the family that surrounded me. Well, all but Tavius, but Ezra counted. And I wanted that.
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What a silly thing Love is!
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