• GİTME! SANA AŞIK OLDUM (Alıntı)
    “Cadı olmak zorunda mısın?”
    Kız da gülerek “Biz bu kelimeleri arkadaşlarımızla beraber-
    ken telaffuz edecektik. Sen erken başladın.”
    “Hadi bakalım küçük hanım geldik” dedi Erdem arabayı
    park ederken.
    Kız etrafına bakarak “Daha ıssız bir yer yok muydu?” Adam emniyet kemerini çözerken suratında koskoca bir
    gülümseme vardı. “Ben yanındayken hiçbir şeyden korkmana gerek yok.” diyerek kızın yanağından bir makas aldı.
    “Yoksa sen!” dedi kız.
    “Ben ne?”
    “Sevcan’a beni teslim edip rahatça paralasın diye mi fazla
    insanın olmadığı bir yere getirdin?”
    Adam yüzündeki gülümsemeyi bozmadan “Çok eğlencelisin
    ama öyle değil. Hadi inelim ve sen de elimi tutarsan, insanların kabullenmesi kolaylaşacak” diyerek elini uzattı.
    Kız da “Hadi bakalım hakkımızda hayırlısı, bindik bir ala- mete gidiyoruz kıyamete” diye söylenirken, elini yanında duran bu heybetli adama teslim etmişti.
    Erdem “Beni farkında olmadan neşelendiriyorsun biliyor musun?” derken, bu narin elden yayılan enerji içini ısıtmıştı. Şu an tek istediği bu kızı kucağına alıp... ama şimdi yapamazdı.
    “Stand-up yaptığımı kimse söylememişti.”
    “Millet açlıktan öldü, hadi girelim.”
    “Daha iyi enerjileri bitmiştir. Nikah şahidin ben olacaktım diye saldıramaz.”
    Adam “Bak neşelenmen için sana bir fıkra anlatayım sen de gülerek içeri gir ki sebep aramalarına fırsat vermeyelim.”
    Kız derin bir nefes aldı “Ben hazırım” dedi.
    “Son kararın mı?”
    “Evet. Sen şimdi önden git ben arkandan sıvışmayı düşü-
    nüyorum.”
    Adam narin eli daha sıkı tutuyordu. “Birlikte giriyoruz küçük
    hanım” diyerek ileriye bir adım attı.
  • “Does Mr. Rogers know you’re at a party again?”
    “Mr. Rogers?” I look back up at him. I don’t get it.
    “Your boyfriend. He is the biggest tool I have ever seen.”
    “Don’t talk about him like that, he is . . . he is . . . nice,” I stutter. When Hardin laughs, I stand up. He doesn’t know Noah at all. “You could only dream of being as nice as he is,” I say sharply.
    “Nice? That’s the first word that comes to your mind when talking about your boyfriend? Nice is your ‘nice’ way of calling him boring.”
    Anna Todd
    Chapter Seventeen - Gallery Books - kindle
  • Up to then, l thought I couldn't stand you. Then I realised I just couldn't do without you.
    A time to die by Wilbur Smith
  • Adam Levine - Lost Stars
    Please don't see just a boy caught up in dreams and fantasies
    Please see me reaching out for someone I can't see
    Take my hand let's see where we wake up tomorrow
    Best laid plans sometimes are just a one night stand
    I'd be damned Cupid's demanding back his arrow
    So let's get drunk on our tears and
    God, tell us the reason youth is wasted on the young
    It's hunting season and the lambs are on the run
    Searching for meaning
    But are we all lost stars, trying to light up the dark?
    Who are we? Just a speck of dust within the galaxy?
    Woe is me, if we're not careful turns into reality
    Don't you dare let our best memories bring you sorrow
    Yesterday I saw a lion kiss a deer
    Turn the page maybe we'll find a brand new ending
    Where we're dancing in our tears and
    God, tell us the reason youth is wasted on the young
    It's hunting season and the lambs are on the run
    Searching for meaning
    But are we all lost stars, trying to light up the dark?
    I thought I saw you out there crying
    I thought I heard you call my name
    I thought I heard you out there crying
    Just the same
    God, give us the reason youth is wasted on the young
    It's hunting season and this lamb is on the run
    Searching for meaning
    But are we all lost stars, trying to light up the dark?
    I thought I saw you out there crying
    I thought I heard you call my name
    I thought I heard you out there crying
    But are we all lost stars, trying to light up the dark?
    But are we all lost stars, trying to light up the dark?
  • “It’s just a story. Stories have to end sometime. Hell, did you watch The Sopranos? Sometimes stories just stop. Shit just goes black. Wham, bam, over. No more, nothing left, the end.”

    She makes a face. “That sucks.”

    “Yeah, well, life sucks, Scarlet,” I say. “You know that as well as anyone. Sometimes beasts are just fucking beasts, no matter how much you love them, Belle. It’s a fact. I’ve seen love bring a monster back to life before, but most of the time, the monster just loves you to death.”

    “A white picket fence,” I say, something clicking after a moment. That’s what she said outside. You’ve got a white picket fence. “Is that what you want? To be proven wrong? For some happily ever after to come along and sweep you off your feet? Take you away from this bullshit life and give you your picket fence?”

    “You’re an asshole, Lorenzo.”

    “That doesn’t sound like a denial.”

    “Is it so wrong to want to be happy?”

    “Is that what makes you happy? Really?”

    She noncommittally shrugs a shoulder.

    “Well, if it is, you’re barking up the wrong tree,” I say, “because I can’t give you that. Don’t let the fence out there fool you. Around here, it’s just a fence. It came with a house that I bought because my brother liked it. Nothing more. But what I can offer, Scarlet, is to stand in your corner. You and I, we can be the best of friends, but don’t expect to find your fairy tale under my roof. You got me?”

    She stares me down.
    J. M. Darhower
    Sayfa 155 - CreateSpace, no problem Lorenzo, peri masalını yaşamayı istemiyoruz zaten kflfkh
  • Stand up tadında bı kitap dönemle ilgili herşeyi mizahi bı dille yorumlanip size sunulmuş ben beğendim umarım okursunuz ve sizde keyif alırsınız :)