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winter is not coming!

winter is not coming!

ilk defa kendimi çizdim hihaho

ilk defa kendimi çizdim hihaho

Her şeyden biraz kalır diyor birileri Kavanozda biraz kahve, Kutuda biraz ekmek, İnsanda biraz acı…
T. Uyar

Her şeyden biraz kalır diyor birileri
Kavanozda biraz kahve,
Kutuda biraz ekmek,
İnsanda biraz acı…

T. Uyar

shitthatsirisays:

Batman

shitthatsirisays:

Batman

(via dcu)

the weight of the worldis love.under the burdenof solitude,under the burdenof dissatisfactionthe weight,the weight we carryis love.who can deny?in dreamsit touchesthe body,in thoughtconstructsa miracle,in imaginationanguishestill bornin human—looks out of the heartburning with purity—for the burden of lifeis love,but we carry the weightwearily,and so must restin the arms of loveat last,must rest in the armsof love.no restwithout love,no sleepwithout dreamsof lovebe mad or chillobsessed with angelsor machines,the final wishis lovecannot be bitter,cannot deny,cannot withholdif denied:the weight is too heavymust givefor no returnas thoughtis givenin solitudein all the excellenceof its excess.the warm bodiesshine togetherin the darkness,the hand movesto the centerof the flesh,the skin tremblesin happinessand the soul comesjoyful to the eyeyes, yes,that’s whati wanted,i always wanted,i always wanted,to returnto the bodywhere i was born.

the weight of the world
is love.
under the burden
of solitude,
under the burden
of dissatisfaction
the weight,
the weight we carry
is love.
who can deny?
in dreams
it touches
the body,
in thought
constructs
a miracle,
in imagination
anguishes
till born
in human—
looks out of the heart
burning with purity—
for the burden of life
is love,
but we carry the weight
wearily,
and so must rest
in the arms of love
at last,
must rest in the arms
of love.
no rest
without love,
no sleep
without dreams
of love
be mad or chill
obsessed with angels
or machines,
the final wish
is love
cannot be bitter,
cannot deny,
cannot withhold
if denied:
the weight is too heavy
must give
for no return
as thought
is given
in solitude
in all the excellence
of its excess.
the warm bodies
shine together
in the darkness,
the hand moves
to the center
of the flesh,
the skin trembles
in happiness
and the soul comes
joyful to the eye
yes, yes,
that’s what
i wanted,
i always wanted,
i always wanted,
to return
to the body
where i was born.

(Source: hediondo, via tearunited)

“Bir gün çocuklarımızın merakla, anne babalarının inişsiz çıkışsız, düzenli, resimlerin dondurduğu gibi durağan hayatlar yaşadıklarını, sabahları kalkıp hayatın kaldırımlarını gururla adımladıklarını sanarak, bizim esas yaşantılarımızın, esas gecelerimizin hırpani deliliğini, bitikliğini, cehennemini ve o anlamsız yol kâbusunu akıllarının ucundan bile geçirmeden bakacakları fotoğraflardı bunlar. Hepsi sonsuz ve başlangıçsız bir boşluğun içinde”  Yolda-Jack Kerouac

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