February 2012
19 posts
I remember tears streaming down your face When I said, “I’ll never let you go” When all those shadows almost killed your light I remember you said, “Don’t leave me here alone” But all that’s dead and gone and passed tonight
— Taylor Swift, Safe and Sound
Korkuyorum
“You say that you love rain, but you open your umbrella when it rains… You say that you love the sun, but you find a shadow spot when the sun shines… You say that you love the wind, But you close your windows when the wind blows… This is why I am afraid; You say that you love me too…”
Translated from a Turkish poem
We can hate the people we love so much.
All this chaos, all these pathetic shows of mockery, of agitation, all these door-slamming, hell-raising episodes. I cringe as a helpless audience, having been forcefully pushed into the theatre by the ticketing man. Yes, I cringe and I cringe and I clench my fists, all I want is to get out of this shabbily put together play. Alas, as I make my way to the exit, in the name of some experimental...
6.23pm
Basking in the dusk, as the colors slowly fade into evening, as my room dims in preparation for the night. My room is filled with the Samskeyti (Acoustic) by Sigur Rós, and with the highs and lows of the notes I am overcome with a certain somethingness I do not know. What I am certain of is I have found back my center of calm, a definitive core of happiness and peace. The road ahead excites me,...
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Kitchen thrills
Macaroni and Cheese at 1am on Friday, after I got home and went out again on a post-midnight supermarket run. Absolute comfort food. Couldn’t resist it again last night and made minor tweaks — lessened the amount of milk, and spent more time reducing the sauce. It was excellent the second time round! Slowly building my repertoire of what I am able to cook; my pasta dishes currently...
“And then she frowned, and shook her head, then put her arms around him once more, pressing her face into his shoulder, making a noise that sounded almost like rage. ‘What’s up?’ he asked. ‘Nothing. Oh, nothing. Just…’ She looked up at him. ‘I thought I’d finally got rid of you.’ ‘I don’t think you can.’ he said.”
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There are many things that I want, very few that I need. They are much less the sine qua non of life, but very much the greed.
I don’t think we can ever walk away unscathed.
10 02 2012
I am a very, very lucky girl :’)
“Don’t allow your wounds to transform you into someone you are not.”
– Paulo Coelho I live by this.
Look at our spool of wool. Look at how tangled, how complicated it is. Look at how many knots have formed, how much patience it must take to disentangle them all. I think many people would have chosen to leave it as that. We are one of them. Look at it, multi-colored along its strings, some parts dyed dark, some as brilliant as the sun. Some parts are fraying, some as tight as can be. I think we...
Time like water, it drowns us all Time like our folly, into which we fall Time like a blanket, it covers our pain Time like a historian, digs it up again
My face pressed against
Your denim shirt.
Saturday
It has been a really, really, really lovely January!
This journey is not made out of days. It is not made out of monotonous routine, constant grouses and occasional happiness. This journey is not meant for us to merely cruise along the waters, taking in the sights, but never getting out to swim in the cold waters or to walk the cobbled streets on foot. This journey is not made out of days as if there were millions of them strung together, as if one...
It seems as though it is nearly impossible to completely escape the banality of life. Just when you think you’ve walked far away from the things that are really unimportant; a misstep, a glance backwards, a moment caught unawares and you are pulled back. You are back swimming in the things that are trivial yet somehow manage to take over your life. It is completely unnecessary, but it...
“I’m not a stop along the way. I’m a destination.” — Blair, Gossip Girl