Sylvia Plath'ı arıyorum, mezarında buluyorum
konyağını yudumlarken
Bana daha bir incelmiş, ne bileyim daha bir güzelleşmiş gibi geliyor
Thank you very much! diyorum ve jetonumun soluğu tükeniyor
"Dear M̶i̶s̶s̶ ̶G̶r̶e̶e̶n̶b̶e̶r̶g̶ Cassie,
The picture you drew for me on your latest note is lovely. Is that meant to be you? You clearly have a great deal of talent.
Thank you for handling the rubbish bin situation.
Per your request, going forward I will do my best to refer to you by your first name rather than “Miss Greenberg.” However, calling you “Cassie” goes against both my upbringing and my instincts. As such, please be patient with me if I occasionally forget and revert to more formal manners of address."
KURDUN SOFRASI
ROSELLA POSTORINO
Uluslararası en çok satanlar listesinde, suç ortaklığı, suçluluk ve hayatta kalma hakkında kışkırtıcı sorulara yol açan, akıldan çıkmayan gerçek bir gerçek hikâye. Oraya Wolfsschanze diyorlardı, Kurt'un İni. “Kurt” onun lakabıydı. Kırmızı Başlıklı Kız kadar bahtsız, sonum onun midesi oldu. Bir alay avcı onu
He entered Pris’s former apartment, unplugged the TV set, and detached the antenna. The silence, all at once, penetrated; he felt his arms grow vague. In the absence of the Batys and Pris he found himself fading out, becoming strangely like the inert television set which he had just unplugged. You have to be with other people, he thought. In order to live at all. I mean, before they came here I could stand it, being alone in the building. But now it’s changed. You can’t go back, he thought. You can’t go from people to nonpeople. In panic he thought, I’m dependent on them. Thank god they stayed.
What was that sacred and terrible, elusive smell in the air this time? My name is Ambrosius Saint-Miro, the locals call me “Ambrosius Pyhä-Mirä” and in Graad they call me “Svjata-Mira”. “Diduska?” they ask, their eyes wide with affection, but I answer them: “No. I am not your diduska.” I am Ambrosius Santa-Mira from Mesque, Ambrosio Hagiamira, I
i am trying so hard to just be happy but its so hard when you are just trying so hard and you cant find that place. I know everything is fine, but its just i don't feel content, not happy with life. I act like it though, you wont see me sad at school. But there is only one girl that knows i cry myself to sleep every night. I don't know what it is, its just this sadness that hits me hard every night. I feel like i am a burden to other people. I dont want to tell anyone else because i feel bad dumping all my problems on somebody else, so i only tell my bsf how much i am suffering on little chunks. If she knows im like this, she would just keep apologizing. I think part of it is just being lonely. Everyone else has someone to love and i want that so bad. I want somebody to hold me while i cry, i want to hug somebody so tight when i dont see them for a day. I want somebody to do things together with, somebody to just hold their hand and walk normally, somebody to cuddle and watch movies with. I just feel so lonely. I know i am young and i have years to come, im just sick and tired of being alone. I hope someone can relate to this. If you read all this, thank you for caring about me.
thanks for anyone who wrote a paragraph for us all to read when we get sad thank you so much for going through what u going through and still trying to make other people happy ♡