Her çiçeğin bir mevsimi, her kitabın bir zamanı vardır. Haziranın tadını yeni hikâyelerle çıkarın.
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…”
to make something yourself you wanted to eat and eat it the way you wanted — was that the very essence of gratification?
lord, i confess i want the clarity of catastrophe but not the catastrophe.
like everyone else, i want a storm i can dance in.
i want an excuse to change my life.
catastrophe is next to godliness
