from the diary of virginia woolf

It breaks your heart in a silent way, watching old people abroad tend to their roses, read hardcovers on park benches, travel to places I can’t pronounce, complain about gluten. Because retirement. Meanwhile our elderly parents are learning how to restart life in a tent, Lining

Baban sokaga cikmaya utanmali

“In my dream, I carry a loaf of bread And when awake, I carry a small coffin instead”

Ulkenin “okumus etmis”lerinin taleplerine bakar misiniz, yasini buyutup asin cocuklari bi de isterseniz

Oh Olga Tokarczuk, I was not familiar with your game💜 open.substack.com/pub/julideda/p…

The Accidentals / Guadalupe Nettel Fitzcarraldo Editions

İstanbul'u olmayanlar napıyor acaba

Mahmoud Darwish Collection Arabic and English versions drive.google.com/drive/folders/…

When children are starved, the enemy is the one starving them

*Sigh* As Edward Said said decades ago Palestinians don’t have permission to narrate their own destruction. It can only be told by someone with supposed “authority” and through a Western gaze. Now dead Palestinians clamoring “yes it’s genocide” 20 months ago weren’t “huge” enough

O kadar haklı ki haklılığından sinirim bozuldu

my therapist told me this and it hit me: “healing is so hard because it is a constant battle between your inner child who is scared and just wants safety.... your inner teenager who is angry and just wants justice.... and your current self-who is tired and just wants peace."

mine is being raped and murdered.

Evre’yle yolu bir kere kesismis olan onun ne kadar kendi halinde bir kalbi ve ruhu oldugunu bilir. Benim yolum ergenligimde kesisti, sanatci ruhuna ve caliskanligina her zaman imrenmistim. Tanimayanlar da Evre’de kendisini goruyor. Mesele bu kadar berrak.

An American soldier invading Iraq is no different than an iof soldier. The fact that they can loudly tell that they went to Iraq shows that we didn't shame them enough.