Notes on the mess we humans create, love included
Notes on the mess we humans create, love included
I used to believe love was enough. We were raised on that idea, weren’t we? That love fixes things, softens edges, rewrites endings. My mother never let me watch films with bad endings. Or maybe she changed them before they…
I’ve been trying to name what this is without immediately diagnosing it, packaging it, or romanticizing it into something more palatable. It’s not just overthinking. That word feels too small like trying to fit an ocean into a teacup and…
I downloaded a dating app for the first time at an age where your knees sometimes make a noise when you stand up too fast. Not loudly. Just enough to remind you that you’re no longer in your “I met…
There are decisions that belong only to adulthood. Not the small ones that fill ordinary days. Not what to eat, what to wear, what to watch, where to go. The real ones. The ones that arrive quietly and then refuse…
It’s like watching a film that can’t catch up with itself frames slipping the road bending, the image always arriving a heartbeat too late. Drifted into old photographs, and there we are again somewhere between continents between laughter and silence,…
As a certified herbokolog (a Turkish word we jokingly use for someone who thinks they know everything!) , of course I was eventually going to write about this topic too. And one of the best decisions I made this year…
Bir süre sadece yazmak istiyorum. Çünkü zihnim o kadar dağınık ki, yazmaya yeltendiğim anda düşüncelerim kelimelere dönüşmek ve bir sıraya girmek zorunda kalıyorlar. Sanki içimde sürekli konuşan, birbirinin sözünü kesen onlarca ses var ve yazı, hepsini bir sandalyeye oturtup sırayla…
I started rewatching Lena Dunham’s Girls recently. The first time I saw it I was in my mid-twenties.Now I’m in my mid-thirties, and watching it again feels strangely different, like the show stayed the same but I didn’t. Since the…