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Mart 2021 tarihinde katıldı
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I'm almost 18 and I think I understand what people mean to eachother
Son vermek için, diye düşündü Cath.
Herhangi bir şey olmaya ya da herhangi bir yerde bulunmaya son
vermek için.
"Neden kurgu yazarız?" diye sordu Profesör Piper bir kez daha.
Cath önündeki deftere baktı.
Yok olmak için.
Sayfa 29Kitabı okudu
İşte biz kraliçe ve ay prensesi, nilüfer havuzunun kenarında yan yanayız. Hayatın karşımıza çıkaracağı iyiliklere ve kötülüklere karşı birbirimize tutunuyoruz. Plastik bebek uyuyor. Aybike öyle sevgi dolu ki o bebek biraz sonra canlanacak gibi geliyor bana. Havuzdan üçümüzün de yüzüne yansıyan bir ışık var. Hayallerimizin ışığı olmalı.
Bizden suya, sudan bize geliyor.
Sayfa 138Kitabı okudu
Okur Takip Önerileri
I close my eyes, and for a moment I wonder if I truly deserve them today.
Things have gotten worse since we last spoke. I think there’s something wrong.
There’s a reason objects burn up when they fall to earth like gruesome angels – a reason other than the obvious one.
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It’s because the planet is a carnivore and just wants to be fed. People want that as well. People like to eat other people. I spent so many years forgetting I had teeth, too.
Ve bir defa daha o saatlerin cehennemini yaşamak zorunda kalsaydım, ve beni neyin beklediğini önceden bilseydim de, yapmış olduklarımın hepsini yine yapardım, sevgilim, bir defa daha, binlerce defa yapardım.
And we could all sit around and wonder and feel bad about each other and blame a lot of people for what they did or didn’t do or what they didn’t know. I don’t know. I guess there could always be someone to blame.
It’s like if I blamed my aunt Helen, I would have to blame her dad for hitting her and the friend of the family that fooled around with her when she was little. And the person that fooled around with him. And God for not stopping all this and things that are much worse. And I did do that for a while, but then I just couldn’t anymore. Because it wasn’t going anywhere. Because it wasn’t the point.
So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we’ll never know most of them. But even if we don’t have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.
And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn’t really change the fact that you have what you have.
Maybe it’s good to put things in perspective, but sometimes, I think that the only perspective is to really be there. Like Sam said. Because it’s okay to feel things. And be who you are about them.
And it was so nice to be with my mom and eat french fries. And later that night to be with my family at dinnertime and have things just be like they always were. That was the amazing part. Things just keep going. We didn’t talk about anything heavy or light. We were just there together. And that was enough.
…and remember when we all felt infinite… After I said that, we all got quiet and sad. In the silence, I remembered this one time that I never told anybody about. The time we were walking. Just the three of us. And I was in the middle. I don’t remember where we were walking to or where we were walking from. I don’t even remember the season. I just remember walking between them and feeling for the first time that I belonged somewhere.
There’s something about that tunnel that leads to downtown. It’s glorious at night. Just glorious. You start on one side of the mountain, and it’s dark, and the radio is loud. As you enter the tunnel, the wind gets sucked away, and you squint from the lights overhead. When you adjust to the lights, you can see the other side in the distance just as the sound of the radio fades to nothing because the waves just can’t reach. Then, you’re in the middle of the tunnel, and everything becomes a calm dream. As you see the opening get closer, you just can’t get there fast enough. And finally, just when you think you’ll never get there, you see the opening right in front of you. And the radio comes back even louder than you remember it. And the wind is waiting. And you fly out of the tunnel onto the bridge. And there it is. The city. A million lights and buildings and everything seems as exciting as the first time you saw it. It really is a grand entrance.
I looked up at him. And then I didn’t feel strange. I felt like I wanted to cry. He was being so nice to me, and the way his girlfriend looked, I knew that this meant a lot to him. And I didn’t know why it did.
...
I just remember wanting to hug him.
So, finally I just said, “You’re the best teacher I ever had.” And he said, “Thank you.”
Dear friend,
I wanted to tell you about us running.
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And then Patrick started running after the sunset. And Sam immediately followed him. And I saw them in silhouette. Running after the sun. Then, I started running. And everything was as good as it could be.
And then he says something like this… “I would die for you. But I won’t live for you.” Something like that. I think the idea is that every person has to live for his or her own life and then make the choice to share it with other people. Maybe that is what makes people “participate.”