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her seçiş bir vazgeçiştir
If Hazal, 18, has to do the following things by the end of the year ( Read more... ) -
It is I, the devourer of the cheese
I come bearing "goods". I have come out this end of June with 1) Finally, a GPA above 80 2)An acceptable SAT score considering I didn't study at all and there was a fire alarm right in the middle of it (how I love my school and its overly sensitive smoke detectors) 3)Nothing planned for the summer as usual except for Blonde Redhead and Jose ( Read more... ) -
This was about Rose until it wasn't
When it happens, everything gets sucked out of her like there are tiny vacuums beneath her toes. It is slow, so painfully slow and she, her essence, her being, flows to the core of the earth to find it solid and cold. No room for her liquid grief. So, she squirms her way up again, slow, so painfully slow, running away from gravity, and reaches the ( Read more... ) -
earthgirls are easy &c.
It actually never happens. She's always in limbo, always has one foot in the ditch. Sometimes it feels like climbing out and it's sunlight warming her and illuminating the little pale hairs on her forearms. Sometimes it is like falling with red fingers splayed before her, damp from the effort ( Read more... ) -
It's all been done before, twice. And then again, ironically.
(All her life was leading up to this. She has never been so found. Never felt this belonging that nestles in her stomach and warms her all over. If she could, she would explode into a million fireflies and scatter around the room, bouncing from one green wall to the other. No, she would melt into water and seep into his skin, bringing life to every ( Read more... ) -
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I'm busy busy with rereading Margaret Atwood's Dancing Girls but here are some things I scribbled in Turkish class, posted here for future reference and also to delude myself into thinking I'm actually using my journal. These are seperate fragments of hopefully the same fic, written out of order because they came that way and I'm too lazy to make ( Read more... ) -
Bazı kuşlar, mesela bukalemun.
I have some Pam/Karen-ish original-ish mostly crappy bits and pieces lying around and I'm trying to combine them and insert a boxes-castles similimetafor in there somehow. I should be memorizing names of electronic structres of compounds or at least make a cover for my Pam mix (yes The Office has eaten my brain) but instead I'll do this ( Read more... )
