Liturature - Blog Posts
My life was so unfair
Until I met you, Belle...
Poem I wrote about eating fundip like two years ago
Love can only be found in two places: in a second hand bookstore on a rainy Sunday afternoon in fall or in the middle of summer in a cute Starbucks barista 5 minutes before they close for the night.
The best thing depression ever gave me was a resting bitch face
Starting a new thing (if it isn’t already)
Distracted academia aesthetic
Get good grades but can’t read a chapter of a book without mindlessly scrolling through dark academic lit posts or pictures of other books in between pages
Likes the IDEA of studying, cannot for the life of them make it through a chapter of that textbook without thinking about moving to England after getting into Cambridge or Oxford
Makes it through the classics in the pursuit of knowledge but took multiple years because of the allure of the ya fiction fantasy section at Barnes and noble
Writes handwritten letters for loved ones with little pressed flowers in them, but has the absolute messiest handwriting
Style fluctuates from dark academia style to only sweats for a week to whatever was on the floor when they woke up that day
Has read the classics a couple times and follows the text post fandom accounts, but couldn’t hold an in-person conversation about them because reasons
Loves to read but literally hasn’t picked up or finished a book in ages just because of the sheer number of things they are currently procrastinating at the moment
Either has 30 million things in there mind or has about -2, there is no in between
Is trying their best and deserves a hug :)
Distracted academia
kardeşim
Annemin rahminde yedi dakika boyunca beni terk ettiği için ikiz kardeşimi asla affetmeyeceğim.
Beni orada, karanlıktan korkarak, o yapışkan sıvının içinde bir astronot gibi yüzerek, diğer tarafta onu nasıl öpüp ona taptıklarını dinleyerek yalnız bıraktı.
Bunlar hayatımın en uzun yedi dakikasıydı ve onu ilk doğan ve annemin gözdesi olmaya adayan şeydi.
Bundan sonra, her zaman Pablo'dan önce bir yerlerden ayrılmaya özen gösterirdim: yatak odası, ev, okul, kitle, tiyatro… bu filmin sonunu kaçırmak anlamına gelse bile.
Bir gün dikkatim dağıldı ve kardeşim benden önce gitti ve o sevimli gülümsemesiyle beni izlerken bir araba geldi ve ona çarptı.
İkiz kardeşim öldüğünde, annem cesedini tuttu ve adımı haykırdı ve ben şimdiye kadar ona söylemedim...
Ben öldüm ve kardeşim yaşadı.
Rafael Noboa - My Brother
My Brother
I will never forgive my twin brother after abandoning me for a whole seven minutes inside my mother’s womb.
He left me there alone, terrified of the dark, floating like an astronaut in that viscous liquid, listening to how on the other side they were kissing and adoring him.
Those were the seven longest minutes of my life, and which destined him to be the first born and my mother’s favorite. After that, I would always make sure to leave places before Pablo; the bedroom, the house, school, the theater… even if it meant missing the end of a movie.
One day I got distracted and my brother left before I did, and while he was watching me with his adorable smile, a car came by and hit him.
When my twin brother died, my mother grabbed his body and yelled my name. I have not corrected her since then...
I died and my brother lived.
My Brother – Rafael Noboa
Do you have to shed tears to cry? Can't one cry when lips are smiling? Do you have to look beautiful to love? Can't a beautiful soul on an ugly skin bind the heart? Should a weapon be a dagger to kill? Can't eyes be a gun, smile a bullet?
Bak Milena,
"En çok seni seviyorum." diyorum ama belki de bu gerçek aşk değildir.
"Sen bir bıçaksın ve ben hep o bıçakla kendime saplarım",dersem belki de gerçek aşkı anlatmış olurum.
Ve Milena, kalbimde seninle her şeye katlanabilirim.
| Franz Kafka
Look Milena,
"I love you the most." I say, but maybe that's not true love.
If i say, "You are the knife I turn inside myself", maybe I would be explaining true love.
And Milena, I can bear anything with you in my heart.
| Franz Kafka
Had I told the sea
What I felt for you
It would have left
it’s shores
It’s shells
And followed me
- Nizar Qabbani
I HAVE NO POWER
"I have no power to change you or explain your ways Never believe a man can change a woman Those men are pretenders who think that they created woman from one of their ribs, A woman does not emerge from a man's ribs, not ever! it is he who emerges from her womb, like a fish rising from depths of water
and like streams that branch away from a river It's he who circles the sun of her eyes and imagines he is fixed in place.."
- Nizar Qabbani
I can't promise to be calm,
dignified, and indifferent.
like a rock by the sea...
If my heart's going to break,
let it break from anger, grief, or joy.
― Nâzım Hikmet
The most beautiful sea, hasn't been crossed yet. The most beautiful child, hasn't grown up yet. Our most beautiful days, we haven't seen yet. And the most beautiful words, I wanted to tell you I haven't said yet...
― Nâzım Hikmet
The night looks like you
Quiet, crying, far away… It looks as though your eyes had flown away and it looks as if a forced kiss had sealed your lips. Where the sun swears its love to the night the sun is exhausted, and the night is suffering.
