youth is wasted on the young

‘ne kendi isteğimle geldim sana, ne de soylu bir atın sırtında. beni, bu yiğit delikanlıyı, gençliğin ateşi sürükledi sana.. bir de başımdaki şarap dumanları..’

Not a single person asked me if I could run fast in my new sneakers. Being adult is stupid.

ne güzel demişsin Adele, ‘go easy on me, baby.. i was still a child, didn’t get the chance to feel the world around me.. i had no time to choose, what i chose to do. so go easy on me..’

sen diyeceksin ki ayla öyle bir şey yapmaz. yaptı yapmadı, neyse ne.. hayat işte

sometimes when you’re an adult, the right thing isn’t always the best thing

stranger to those with an easy life, those who were born with an inmate soul..

27’min sonlarında, oturmuş her gün onlarca bölüm satc izlerken open.spotify.com/track/3OggQGPt…

one of the hardest moments growing up is realizing that other people were right about a lot of things

insanın yazması lazım, unutuyo

another year older, and none the wiser

things fall apart, but nothing breaks like a heart

“non nobis solum nati sumus,”

i heard this story about a fish. he swims up to this older fish and says, "i'm trying to find this thing they call the ocean." "the ocean?" says the older fish. "that's what you're in right now." "this?" says the young fish. "this is water. what i want is the ocean."

that change occurs when one becomes what he is, not when he tries to become what he is not

28 yaşına geldim, hala open book exam için not çıkarıp sonra notun da notunu çıkarıyorum. 7si-70i bilemem ama insan 19unda neyse 28inde de oymuş belli ki

bir göğe erdi başım, bi vurdum taşa