ben yagmura deli buluta deli
bir buyuk oyun yasamak dedigin
beni ya sevmeli ya oldurmeli
deli kizin turkusu
Her çiçeğin bir mevsimi, her kitabın bir zamanı vardır. Haziranın tadını yeni hikâyelerle çıkarın.
pleasantly full as she was, rika felt like crying. she might dine with someone, but at the end of the meal they would go their separate ways. she couldn’t stay with that person forever. even with her stomach full of warmth and the taste of delicious food lingering on her tongue, she remained alone. it didn’t matter who she had for company. she was beginning to understand that the more delicious the time she spent with others, the more alone she felt.
onu seviyorsun ve her zaman seveceksin. onunsa yapmasi gereken sey gayet basit. kendisini sevmene izin verecek. ondan kolay ne var? biri seni sevse, hemen izin verirsin. biri seni sevse... biri seni sevse... lafin gelisi.
“even flowers with thorns?”
“yes. even flowers with thorns.”
“then what good are the thorns?”
“the thorns don’t serve a purpose at all, it’s just the pure cruelty of flowers!”
“i don’t believe you! flowers are weak. they're naive. they reassure themselves however they can. they think that they’re ferocious with their thorns…”
