maybe one day we will run into each other. in a coffee shop or grocery store. or in a bookshop. idk. somewhere. years from now. when we live diff lifes and and exist only in each others past. you will ask me how i have been and ill tell you about my new job. idk im just saying. we will make small talk about the weather as if we care what the clouds do. i will ask about your family and you will tell me they are doing fine. we will shift uncomfortably under the weight of our past catching up with us. your eyes will search for answers in mine to questions that should of been asked years ago. so why didnt u asked me years ago?

Beauty is not long hair, skinny legs,

tanned skin or perfect teeth. Believe me.

Beauty is the face of who cried and now

smiles, beauty is the scar on your knee

since you fell when you were a kid,

beauty is the circles when love doesn't

let you sleep, beauty is the expression

on the face when the alarm rings in the

morning, it's the melted makeup when

you have a shower, it's the laughter when

you make a joke you're the only one who

can understand, beauty is meeting his

gaze and stopping understanding,

beauty is your gaze when you see him,

it's when you cry for all you paranoias,

beauty is the lines marked by time.

Beauty is what we feel in the inside

which also shows outside us. Beauty is

the marks the life leaves on us, all the

kicks and the caresses the memories

leave us. Beauty is letting yourself live.

-Emma Watson

yekta kopan/kediler güzel uyanır 29. sayfa "Meğer her ayrılık, sevdiğin bir şairin intiharı gibiymiş. Beden kendini sonsuza gömüyor, sadece dizeler ve duygular kalıyor geriye. Şu anda tam da şu anda ruhumu silkeleyen öpüşünü hatırlamaya çalışıyorum. olmuyor. Gözümün önüne o sahil kasabasındaki evde -sahi neresiydi orası?- teninin bilgeliğini katarak yaptığın domatesli makarna geliyor. komik değil mi. gül o zaman. sen hep gül. Dalgalar denizde dans ediyordu. Senin omuzların kıpır kıpırdı. Bir metin okumuştun sonra, sen mi yazmıştın alıntı mıydı bilmiyorum. keşke bir satırını hatırlasam. "Buğday nasıl makarna oluyor?" demiştim. Olabiliyormuş meğer, her şey olabiliyormuş. Şimdi dalgalar başka kıyılara vuruyordur lacivert bedenlerini. Peki senin omuzların nasıl?

benim ve sevdiğim insanlarin bazı sesleri

before you go to bed tonight remember there is no need to be stressed. you are okay you have time to slow down and calculate your next steps. do u understand me? your whole life still ahead of you. u got this. even if u fail, u got this. u allowed to be alive. no matter what. u are allowed to be somebody different. u are allowed to not to say goodbye to anybody or explain a single thing to anyone ever. like you can feel like u fucked up or like something but you got this. ure still young. and even if youre not young its not that late. it is never late. and thats the important thing. also! i have endless love for you. and yeah. ily!

idk im still 14 or like something "actually growing up is feeling like i turned sixteen two days ago. i have been eighteen for years. fifteen years olds seem so young. wasn't i fifteen just a few weeks ago? all my friends and i are still 12. to me. i'm closer to thirty than to being a baby. i never got to be a kid. i never grew past eight. i can't talk to my mom. i wanna sit in her lap forever. i want to decide everything for myself. i need someone to tell me exactly what to do. the week is going by so slow. an entire year has passed.

haaaa it's almost summer. im sitting on my bed. reading. it's midnight. it's summer. my window is open and cool wind is blowing. it is cloudy but i can see the moon shining through the clouds. the crickets are very loud but very soothing. my room smells dusty and warm and no one else exists. the feeling never goes away. everything is quiet and im at peace. my mom comes into my room. asks about you. i cannot say anything. how could i. its almost summer

“A big part of being happy is being excited. Be excited for everything - making a cup of tea, decorating your future apartment, seeing a friend again, falling in love unexpectedly, the next episode of a show you like, finishing something stressful, buying something you’ve been saving up for, a new album, sunsets, traveling, road trips, and the feeling of going to bed after a long day. Think of something to be excited about and daydream about it often when you’re sad. when you think you have nothing left, you still have the moon, sunsets, your favourite music, paper to write on, warm clothes, new starts and your cute self. also people!!"

move on but not forget

I read an excerpt from Heather O'Neill's article " Portait of the artist as a young corpse" on 'The Walrus'.