Tekrara düşecek kadar,
Rahat olmak. — Cemal Süreya (via kelebenk)
(Source: portakalyokusu, via kelebenk)
(Source: weheartit.com, via where-the-winds-sigh)
i want to ride my bike
and swing in the sun
act like an interstellar thing
that would glow in the dark
of your eyes
I firmly believe in small gestures: pay for their coffee, hold the door for strangers, over tip, smile or try to be kind even when you don’t feel like it, pay compliments, chase the kid’s runaway ball down the sidewalk and throw it back to him, try to be larger than you are— particularly when it’s difficult. People do notice, people appreciate. I appreciate it when it’s done to (for) me. Small gestures can be an effort, or actually go against our grain (“I’m not a big one for paying compliments…”), but the irony is that almost every time you make them, you feel better about yourself. For a moment life suddenly feels lighter, a bit more Gene Kelly dancing in the rain. — Jonathan Carroll (via themilkywhiteway)
(Source: jonathancarroll.com, via themilkywhiteway)
He keeps me quiet, I think,
because he sees creation in my eyes.
Maybe a man can build, maybe a God
can destroy, but someday
the rain will stop and doves will come
and I will make a world.
That is not a power
he can take from me.
For all your talk of revolution
there is truth in this:
I was saved by being secondary.
If you have been made to love and nurture, do.
It does not make you weak. — Letter From The Wife Of Noah To the Mothers Who Follow, Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)
fly away from me
save your own soul
like a dark shadow over my body
thinning me unconciously
spare me the carbs
leave me just with the wine
not anything else.