I’ve always felt that if you back down from a fear, the ghost of that fear never goes away. It diminishes people. So I’ve always said yes to the thing I’m most scared about. The fear of letting myself down — of saying no to something that I was afraid of and then sitting in my room later going, ‘I wish I’d had the guts to say this or that’ — that galvanizes me more than anything.
Isolation is a self-defeating dream.
—Carlos Salinas de Gortari
et il m’aime encore, et moi je t’aime un peu plus fort mais il m’aime encore, et moi je t’aime un peu plus fort
et il m’aime encore, et moi je t’aime un peu plus fort
mais il m’aime encore, et moi je t’aime un peu plus fort
Hedef var, ama yol yok; yol dedigimiz sey tereddutten ibaret.
You yourself must admit that, for various reasons, there’s something different about Sundays. Sundays look different, feel different, even smell different than the other six days. Sundays have different color (usually white), a different texture (starched linen), and a different flavor (kind of like mashed potatoes) than even Saturdays (which are crimson and taste like weenies and beer).
The Exploding Girl
(çita belgeseli tandanslı insan kurmacası dökümentarisi)
.. It seemed unlikely that I would ever feel better so I went back the next day. My friends and teachers all treated me differently for a few weeks. Concerned looks and gentle voices. Quiet chats in empty classrooms. They asked how I was coping, ‘How’s your dad?’ I shrugged and muttered. After a few weeks they stop asking. They didn’t forget, but I learnt that life doesn’t stop for everybody just because your does.