lonelyisthemuse

Hayatim boyunca beni en iyi anlayan birinci insan https://youtu.be/6OUOAQU3n8A?si=h839M6Xijqm4il3V

On the platform of a train station, late morning, early June: two women embracing after a separation of several months. Behind them, a tall fair-haired man alighting from the train carrying eyes closed tight, two suitcases. The women unspeaking, their their arms wrapped around one another, for a second, two seconds, three. Were they aware, in the intensity of their embrace, of something slightly ridiculous about this tableau, something almost comical, as someone nearby sneezed violently into a crumpled tissue; as a dirty discarded plastic bottle scuttled along the platform under a breath of wind; as a mechanised billboard on the station wall rotated from an advertisement for hair products to an advertisement for car insurance; as life in its ordinariness and even ugly vulgarity imposed itself everywhere all around them? Or were they in this moment unaware, or something more than unaware were they somehow invulnerable to, untouched by, vulgarity and ugliness, glancing for a moment into something deeper, something concealed beneath the surface of life, not unreality but a hidden reality: the pres ence at all times, in all places, of a beautiful world? @simonsinek 'in sally rooney seruveninin serefine... Bu alintiyi cok seviyorum. Seneler once okumus olmama ragmen her hafta en az bir kere falan dusunuyorum. Simonsinek son durum ekte

And we'd live here and we'd die here And we'd live here and we'd die here And we'd live here and we'd die here And we'd live here somehoooow And the diner next to our old house, i think it's closing down. Pazar1994'u COK seviyorum.

@sirenoceanus senin incir agacina noldu ya en son

What does it matter that my love could not keep her. The night is starry and she is not with me. This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance. My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer. My heart looks for her, and she is not with me. The same night whitening the same trees. We, of that time, are no longer the same. I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her. My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing. Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses. Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes. I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long. Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. -Pablo Neruda, Tonight I Can Write (The Saddest Lines) Birkaç gündür bu şiiri düşünüyorum. Belki bir ara çevirmeyi denerim. "Love is so short, forgetting is so long."