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Postmodernism is an intellectual dead end; it’s central premise seems to be derived from a saying of Nietzsche’s, “There are no facts; only interpretations”, which is thought to mean that each one of us views “reality” through our individual perspective. This is true to a degree, but as with so many aphorisms, there are limits to its validity;
"My husband's cock works quite well, but thank you for your concern."
ninaKitabı okuyor
“So, yeah, my people figured that maybe there's something at the back of it all, a creator, a great spirit, and so we say thank you to it, because it's always good to say thank you. But we never built churches. We didn't need to. The land was the church. The land was the religion. The land was older and wiser than the people who walked on it.”
"On this blue day, you stand for a long time on a high mountain and stare at clouds merging together, covering land and sea. You think you are higher than yourself, like a bird existing onlt in a metaphor. The metaphor entices you to break away from it and look at the empty sky, like a blue desert without mirage to be seen. Then the metaphor calls you back to its source and you cannot find a way through the clouds.
On this blue night, you see the mountains looking at the stars and the stars looking at the mountains. You think they can see you, so you thank them for their affable company. You are reluctant to emerge from the metaphor in case you fall into the well of loneliness."
Sayfa 54 - archipelago books, journal, translated from the Arabic by Catherine CobhamKitabı okuyor
He saw me and asked:
How are you Ninatta?
I said:
This is the most beautiful day in months, because I see you.
I said :
This is the most beautiful day in months, because you smile at me .
I said:
This is the most beautiful day in months, because you talk to me.
I said:
Thank you .
“I wasn't anything to you then.”
“You were always something to me. I just didn’t know what it was.”
“I don’t even know when my feelings for you changed. I used to dream you would be my first kiss, you know. But it was a dream. You were so far away.”
“I'm not anymore.”
“You saved me from my nightmares then, and you saved me from them now. Thank you.”
Yalnızlığa mahkum olduğumu her seferinde hatırlatmasa hayat, daha katlanılabilir olacak. Thank you🫥
Hiç gerek yok thank you :)
"Eğer aşağılık heriflere vakit harcayacaksan , en azından seni disarilarda iyi yemeklere götürsün ya da gorguluymus taklidi yapsın. "
"Does that mean you're mine now?"
"I think I always have been."
"Thank you for coming back to me, baby."
"Thank you for never giving up on me, Niko."
And then I let him feel how grateful I am by pressing my lips to his.
The first kiss of our new life together.
I was the last and when my turn came, I named my Popo, but my voice wouldn't cooperate to tell these women who he was. Afterward there was a silent meditation, with eyes closed, to think about the ancestor we'd invoked, thank them for their gifts, and say goodbye. That's what we were doing when I remembered the phrase my Popo had repeated to me for years: "Promise me that you'll always love yourswlf as much as I love you."The message was a clear as if he'd said it to me out loud. I began to cry and kept crying, the ocean of tears that hadn't flowed when he died.
Ben sonuncuydum ve sıra bana geldiğinde Popo'mu çağırdım ama sesim bu kadınlara onun kim olduğunu söylemeye cesaret edemiyordu. Daha sonra, dua ettiğimiz atayı düşünmek, hediyeleri için teşekkür etmek ve veda etmek için gözleri kapalı sessiz bir meditasyon yapıldı. Popo'mun yıllardır bana tekrarladığı şu cümleyi hatırladığımda biz bunu yapıyorduk: "Sen de kendini her zaman benim seni sevdiğim kadar seveceğine söz ver." Mesaj sanki onun yüksek sesle bana söylediği gibi netti. Ağlamaya başladım ve ağlamaya devam ettim, o öldüğünde akmayan okyanus gözyaşlarımı akıttım.
Sayfa 182Kitabı okudu
He doesn't see me romantically... But then he makes me want more. I just need to make him want more.
My feelings are more real thank you think they are. I want you to know that.
“Twenty spanks. I expect you to count them. At the end, you will thank me for spanking you and then I’m going to fuck your brains out.”
“Thank you for letting me into your world.”
“Thank you for being my world.”
“Thank you for helping me get my voice back.”
“Thank you for letting me hear it.”
