Notes on the mess we humans create, love included
Notes on the mess we humans create, love included
Bazı yolların sonu görünmez. Sadece sıcak olur. Öyle sıcak ki, ilk başta bunun yol olduğunu bile anlamazsın. Yürürsün. Sonra biraz daha yürürsün. Sonra tenin öğrenir. Taşın dilini, güneşin ağırlığını, yanmanın sesini. Kimse söylemez. Ayak tabanların bilir. Bazı yerlerden geçilmez.…
Modern breakups rarely end. They just slowly downgrade into emotionally confusing subscriptions. Some breakups end in chaos. Blocked numbers. Public crying. One person moving somewhere else and suddenly becoming really into ceramics. But most modern breakups don’t actually end. They…
Lately I’ve been feeling grateful in embarrassingly domestic ways. Like standing in my kitchen at midnight eating strawberries over the sink while some melancholic woman sings in the background and realizing I no longer fantasize about disappearing every other Tuesday.…
At first, his emotional unavailability looked sophisticated. The no-social-media thing felt attractive. The privacy felt mature. The emotional distance looked disciplined instead of evasive. He worked constantly. Stayed busy constantly. Moved through life with the efficiency of someone determined never…
I was on the phone with my sister the other day, the one who used to scare me into crying when I was little by telling me I might die, and somehow seemed to enjoy it, even though she was…
I’m on a train right now, on my way to celebrate my birthday with some of my favorite people. Which feels exactly like the kind of moment you’re supposed to be fully present for. And I am, mostly. But there’s…
yerinde saydığını ne zaman anlarsın aynı cümleyi başka bir ağız sanıp yeniden söylediğinde gülüşünün içinden tanıdık bir yankı geçtiğinde ve kimsenin fark etmediği bir tekrar seni ele verdiğinde ben eski esprilerimi tekrar ettiğimde anlarım çünkü mizah en az dirençle…
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…