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It’s like I cannot really connect with the half of the society, because I keep getting disappointed by them for how they let us down and alone in our fight with the system they are also so-called against and they dont bother to realize how they feed the monster that haunts us.

Sometimes I watch myself creating stories and believing in them as a way to connect with the world. A shallow sparkling, a daily distracter. But this fake feeling succeds to fool me and makes me feel hurt lightly and superficially every now and then. My only consolation is that it is really the point of this one-man narration: makes me feel something, and I am not such a fool to fall for them, I just choose to be fooled.

Değer miydi, nasıl değsin?

İnsan açlıktan nasıl ölür? İnsan açlıktan ölmeyi nasıl seçer?

Yaşamak ve mücadele etmek vardı, bunun kırgınlığını nasıl aşacağım bilmiyorum. Vakitsiz ölenlerin şarkısını söyleyen insanlar yaşamı nasıl bu kadar hafife alır?

"Sağ yanım boydan boya Mezopotamya

Sol yanımda Rumeli ağıtları patlar"

#NupeldaAyaz

ipusheveryoneaway

Bologna

jiyaneknu

sadece politikacılar kendini asmalı.

purplepatchwork-deactivated2020

The only way is to confront your demons and give them a place. Write a song about them, or a piece in your diary, or try to recognise them in a book of someone else. It doesn’t matter, as long as you don’t try to ignore them or run away from them.

Tamino-Amir Moharam Fouad, 2017 (via purplepatchwork)

athenaefilia

“I have seen the world’s most beautiful places

Still I feel

As if I’m a walking machine

Watching it all through a screen

There ain’t no thing in between

To me, this might as well not be real”

Tamino - Indigo Night (Cardinal Sessions)

deleosdella

“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby