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🪽 writing belongs to @savingpoint on tiktok read by tanya

this is the poem i wrote for gender studies class. -tanya ırmak ışık

i took this script from a tiktok user named @whatsinhernotebook and her name is daniela. this was an really impressive writing for me and i wanted to read it. Friendship is not a lesser love We’re taught to believe that romantic love is the ultimate goal. It’s the storyline in every movie, the climax in every book. Friends are the supporting cast. They’re there to help you find The One, not to be...

lale müldür'ün anemon toplu şiirler kitabından 93. sayfayı okudum

gizlice ses kaydi aldim umarim beni dava etmezsin

if you’re listening this, if there’s air in your lungs on this December day, then there is still hope for you. Your story is still going. And maybe some things are true for all of us. Perhaps we all relate to pain. Perhaps we all relate to fear and loss and questions. And perhaps we all deserve to be honest, all deserve whatever help we need. Our stories are all so many things: Heavy and light. Be...

osamu dazai - öğrenci kız kitabından 21, 22. sayfalar

olum ben neden matematik yapamiyorum

its so weird its 4 am right now and i just woke up . ok so, in this dream we're 15 again. august's eating us alive and no one's noticing. we spend the days sleeping on pillows stained with cheap wine and nights on our knees praying to made up gods. im getting sick but idk what that means yet. mom dad have started to sleep separate bedsand my gums bleed every time i say family how many times we hav...

günlerden pazartesi kız en ön sırada duruyor siyah ipten, ucu çiçekli kolyesi müdür onca çocuk içinden seçiyor bizimkini "kızım gel buraya, ver o kolyeni" önce afallıyor, "acaba bana mı söyledi?" korkarak yaklaşıyor "hocam kolyemi almasanız olur mu?" cok az geliyor sesi sanki yorulmuş gibi "hemen veriyorsun kolyeni" kızın kolyesi için açıyor elini kız kıpırdamıyor "ismin ne senin?" susup aşağı bak...

another poem by me (siir bana aittir💗 ) -pigtails- do you remember when u said "everytime you do your hair like that, it looks so innocent and cute on you." so if you dont know, we call that hair style pigtails. my father used to do my hair like that when i was seven. or eight. i cant really remember now. but i am sure that i was little. so whenever i wanted to be seven again for you, i did my ha...

a poem by me (siir bana aittir💗) --How how could you ive been waiting for you but you were already gone when i realized you left me there it was dark and filthy you left me there i wanted to cry so bad but i couldnt how could you it was so black that i couldnt even saw anything, even myself i tried to push myself to the outside. but i couldnt. in that moment i wanted your hands so bad. maybe they...

maybe one day we will run into each other. in a coffee shop or grocery store. or in a bookshop. idk. somewhere. years from now. when we live diff lifes and and exist only in each others past. you will ask me how i have been and ill tell you about my new job. idk im just saying. we will make small talk about the weather as if we care what the clouds do. i will ask about your family and you will tel...

Beauty is not long hair, skinny legs, tanned skin or perfect teeth. Believe me. Beauty is the face of who cried and now smiles, beauty is the scar on your knee since you fell when you were a kid, beauty is the circles when love doesn't let you sleep, beauty is the expression on the face when the alarm rings in the morning, it's the melted makeup when you have a shower, it's the laughter when you m...

yekta kopan/kediler güzel uyanır 29. sayfa "Meğer her ayrılık, sevdiğin bir şairin intiharı gibiymiş. Beden kendini sonsuza gömüyor, sadece dizeler ve duygular kalıyor geriye. Şu anda tam da şu anda ruhumu silkeleyen öpüşünü hatırlamaya çalışıyorum. olmuyor. Gözümün önüne o sahil kasabasındaki evde -sahi neresiydi orası?- teninin bilgeliğini katarak yaptığın domatesli makarna geliyor. komik değil...

before you go to bed tonight remember there is no need to be stressed. you are okay you have time to slow down and calculate your next steps. do u understand me? your whole life still ahead of you. u got this. even if u fail, u got this. u allowed to be alive. no matter what. u are allowed to be somebody different. u are allowed to not to say goodbye to anybody or explain a single thing to anyone...

idk im still 14 or like something "actually growing up is feeling like i turned sixteen two days ago. i have been eighteen for years. fifteen years olds seem so young. wasn't i fifteen just a few weeks ago? all my friends and i are still 12. to me. i'm closer to thirty than to being a baby. i never got to be a kid. i never grew past eight. i can't talk to my mom. i wanna sit in her lap forever. i...

haaaa it's almost summer. im sitting on my bed. reading. it's midnight. it's summer. my window is open and cool wind is blowing. it is cloudy but i can see the moon shining through the clouds. the crickets are very loud but very soothing. my room smells dusty and warm and no one else exists. the feeling never goes away. everything is quiet and im at peace. my mom comes into my room. asks about you...

“A big part of being happy is being excited. Be excited for everything - making a cup of tea, decorating your future apartment, seeing a friend again, falling in love unexpectedly, the next episode of a show you like, finishing something stressful, buying something you’ve been saving up for, a new album, sunsets, traveling, road trips, and the feeling of going to bed after a long day. Think of som...

move on but not forget

I read an excerpt from Heather O'Neill's article " Portait of the artist as a young corpse" on 'The Walrus'.

by Erin Hanson "You are not your age, nor the size of clothes you wear, You are not a weight, or the color of your hair. You are not your name, or the dimples in your cheeks. You are all the books you read, and all the words you speak. You are your croaky morning voice, and the smiles you try to hide. You’re the sweetness in your laughter, and every tear you’ve cried. You’re the songs you sing so...

I wanted to read Lana del rey's poem. Love her

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