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First Letter to Oktay

Dear Oktay, TL 77.20. Sound familiar? It’s the amount you paid for electricity for the month of February, back in 2011. It’s hard to imagine what a person is like based on their monthly energy usage, twelve years ago. TL 77.20 is pretty standard really. Not too frugal, nor excessive.  I wonder if you know about vampire energy. It’s the power consumed by household electronic devices when they’re…

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“Sometimes all you can do is lie in bed, and hope to fall asleep before you fall apart.”

— William C. Hannan

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“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

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a hard pill to swallow: if an audience can pick up on where the story is going, it’s a good story.

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“Storm nor surge should e'er arrest My soul, exulting then: All my heaven was once thy breast, Would it were mine again !”

— Charlotte Brontë, from “Regret”

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😂😂😂 too true

I am haunted by all the editions of books that are prettier than the ones I already own.

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Hope, hope, hope,

Through the belly of the clouds.

Hope castles in the skies

And towers with spires

That pierce the heart of this azure dome

And drive the rabid hunger home,

To scratch at the lowermost gates of heaven.

Hope. Hope,

That I may wreck them again, and again,

Like the pride of Babel and the folly of men

That scatter in so many helpless tongues.

And the mammoth relics of your gutted throngs

Are consumed by grass;

Growing blade by blade in the cracks.

But hope,

For what choice have you? As long

As you still breath into heaving lungs,

And the stars still ring with their silent songs.

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“Understand me. I’m not like an ordinary world. I have my madness…I do not have time for things that have no soul.”

—

Charles Bukowski

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“But in life, a tragedy is not one long scream. It includes everything that led up to it.”

— Margaret Atwood

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“It is strength to laugh and to abandon oneself, to be light.”

— Frida Kahlo

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“I don’t think I could love you so much if you had nothing to complain of and nothing to regret. I don’t like people who have never fallen or stumbled. Their virtue is lifeless and of little value. Life hasn’t revealed its beauty to them.”

— Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago

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from “1984” by George Orwell

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“We can know only that we know nothing. And that is the highest degree of human wisdom.” ― Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace

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True literature can exist only where it is created, not by diligent and trustworthy functionaries, but by madmen, hermits, heretics, dreamers, rebels, and skeptics.

Yevgeny Zamyatin,  I am Afraid (via bookmania)

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My mother tells me that when I meet someone I like, I have to ask them three questions: 1. what are you afraid of? 2. do you like dogs? 3. what do you do when it rains? of those three, she says the first one is the most important. “They gotta be scared of something, baby. Everybody is. If they aren’t afraid of anything, then they don’t believe in anything, either.” I met you on a Sunday, right after church. one look and my heart fell into my stomach like a trap door. on our second date, I asked you what you were afraid of. “spiders, mostly. being alone. little children, like, the ones who just learned how to push a kid over on the playground. oh and space. holy shit, space.” I asked you if you liked dogs. “I have three.” I asked you what you do when it rains. “sleep, mostly. sometimes I sit at the window and watch the rain droplets race. I make a shelter out of plastic in my backyard for all the stray animals; leave them food and a place to sleep.” he smiled like he knew. like his mom told him the same thing. “how about you?” me? I’m scared of everything. of the hole in the o-zone layer, of the lady next door who never smiles at her dog, and especially of all the secrets the government must be breaking it’s back trying to keep from us. I love dogs so much, you have no idea. I sleep when it rains. I want to tell everyone I love them. I want to find every stray animal and bring them home. I want to wake up in your hair and make you shitty coffee and kiss your neck and draw silly stick figures of us. I never want to ask anyone else these questions ever again.

Caitlyn Siehl, “Three Questions” (via oofpoetry)

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If you notice anything, it leads you to notice more and more. And anyway I was so full of energy. I was always running around, looking at this and that. If I stopped the pain was unbearable. If I stopped and thought, maybe the world can’t be saved, the pain was unbearable.

Mary Oliver, from “The Moths” (via oofpoetry)