Once I began a book, I couldn’t put it down. It was like an addiction; I read...– Haruki Murakami(via suzywire) (via prettygeek) (via watersnakes) (via merricat) (via unicornology) (via scooterjinx) (via booklover) (via lovelifelie)
The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being...– Vladimir Nabakov (via deadwriters) (via musicwordscolourslights)
Everyone tells her she won’t win. Everyone doesn’t understand what...– Kerem Mermutlu
When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at...– Helen Keller (via kari-shma) (via quote-book) (via risputh)
Short Story Number Seventy Two
We were waiting at the train station and you had three big bags full of stuff. You were going to be away for a long time. You were going to see things and go on adventures. I said that i would wait for you. That i would be here. That i would let you float around my head for days and days. You don’t need to do that, you said. You don’t need to do anything except remember who i am. ...
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You set yourself up for happiness or you set yourself up for sadness. Either...– Jill Davis (via kari-shma) * I agree. It’s all about attitude and how you handle the things that’s happening to you. (via mindmybusiness) (via trissygrace)
Nobody has ever measured, even poets, how much a heart can hold.– ~Zelda Fitzgerald (via themirrorsmagicsights) (via booklover) (via lovebun)
Short Story Number Seventy One
He was running and while he was running, words were forming in his brain. Words that thought about her and what she looked like. He hadn’t seen her in so long. He hadn’t taken a photo of her and now he wanted to remember. He wanted the right words to describe her. She was the best thing ever. She was beautiful and sad and stunning. She was it. He will get to the center of the city....
We talked for a really long time, until our words ran out, until we were empty.– Kerem Mermutlu
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His eyes were wet and sad and lonely. His eyes missed her.– Kerem Mermutlu
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Short Story Number Seventy
There was a little bottle and he was empty. For a while he had been empty. All around him there were other empty bottles. There was a rumour going around that they were all going to be thrown out. Thrown into the sky. Apparently, the older bottles had seen this happen. It was what was going to happen to all of us, in the end, they said. The little bottle wondered what happened when you...
Her heart fell asleep and never woke up.– Kerem Mermutlu
You can erase someone from your mind. Getting them out of your heart is another...– Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (via kari-shma) (via bisoumoi)
Your beautiful sunny head is full of great things. Don’t give up.– Kerem Mermutlu
Short Story Number Sixty Nine
He sat backstage after the show and started to smoke. He had given up smoking but now was a good time to start again. He used to be the best clown in the world and he could do all the tricks and be the craziest and be the best. He was even on T.V. He imagined he would be the king of clowns one day, and he would never need another reason to smoke. He looks around. He looks in the mirror. He...
He was burning all the way to the sky. He wanted it all.– Kerem Mermutlu
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I am who I am today because of the choices I made yesterday.– Eleanor Roosevelt (via kishcomia)
He was breaking into many pieces. He was waiting for her to bring the sticky...– Kerem Mermutlu
Had I not created my whole world, I would certainly have died in other people’s.– Anaïs Nin (via smellslikesunshine) (via booklover) (via unwrittenwords)
Short Story Number Sixty Eight
He was staring at the gray building. He was looking up at the gray building and wondering what was going on inside. The building was so tall and big and hard. It was something that was never going to disappear. There were lights on. People were doing things. Cats were being fed. He stared and hoped everyone in there was happy. That everyone was doing everything they wanted to do and that they...
I was holding everything up and you were helping me. We were the best team in...– Kerem Mermutlu
The only books that influence us are those for which we are ready, and which...– E.M. Forster (via wordpainting) (via booklover)
tendercuriosities asked: Oh, Miranda July is wonderful! I've been reading her quotes for the last forty minutes. They're beautiful. For some stupid reason, I had associated her with cheesy novels or stories. Poor move on my part. Thanks to your blog and answers I had enough good suggestion to look her stuff up.
He saw her and wanted to hold everything. He wanted to hold her breath.– Kerem Mermutlu