Experience Tumblr Like Never Before
Must be the season of the witch
I do too! These are adorable!
Tiles! I want to have a kitchen wall full with different designs
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VURGUN
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Gözlerim uykuyla barıştı sanma!
Sen gittin gideli dargın sayılır.
Ben de bir zamanlar sevildim amma,
Seninki düpedüz vurgun sayılır!..
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Yalan mı söyledin göz göre göre?
Ne zaman dolacak verdiğin süre?
Gönülden gördüğüm takvime göre,
Aldığım her nefes bir gün sayılır...
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Armağan ettiğin kutsal mendile
Akarken içimi dağlayan çile,
Manavgat denilen çağlayan bile,
Benim gözyaşımdan durgun sayılır!..
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Ne kadar zulmetsen ah etmem sana,
Her iki cihanda gül kana kana...
Seninle İstanbul ödüldür bana,
Sensiz Ankara bile sürgün sayılır!..
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Cemal Safi
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It's been one year since folklore was released besties! Here are some things I felt when I first listened to it<3 (yes I wrote this exactly a year ago)
Living in a tiny cottage covered in vines and flowers, filled with warmth and coziness. Sitting beside the crackling fire with a book whose pages lost their color years ago, but never did its words lose their beauty. Or living in an enormous, gothic castle, with mysterious owners and libraries and secret passages, some of which remain undiscovered.
The thing about these stories is that regardless of how long ago or by whom they were written, it's incredibly fascinating to see how hundreds of years ago, people loved the same way, dreamt the same way and regretted their choices the same way they do now. They too longed to be a part of something bigger. It's to feel nostalgic about an experience that you've only ever had in your imagination. To look at the raindrops on your window and wish you hadn't messed up. Wish you hadn't broken the hug just as quick. Wish you had payed more attention to the words that were never said.
It's to crave adventure, yet need peace. It's the feeling you get when you find an old picture that you don't recall taking, or while watching a movie that seems so magical that for a moment, just for a moment, you forget about all those wounds that time could never heal.
To grow up in a small town and fall in love in highschool, only to move to a big city where no one knows your name, where you lose the numbers of people who promised to choose your wedding dress. To live in a tiny apartment overlooking the Eiffel tower, making art that no one will ever know exists, drinking tea that lost it's warmth when you weren't looking, much like your heart.
To time changing the colour of leaves, but not their mind. To being a hopeless romantic, yet never having fallen in love before. To wanting to be different, yet not knowing how to change. To getting lost in the woods, thinking that you found your way out, only to realise that you never did. To being called crazy.
Please don't ever stop believing in magic in a world filled with fear, uncertainty and loneliness .♡
I feel like everyone on tumblr is just the same person in slightly different fonts. Like we all love books, simp over fictional characters, want to live in a cottage in the woods, want to learn old forgotten languages, love kitties, know specific details about random stuff, like pretty rocks, want to run in an empty castle wearing a gown, love taylor swift and lorde and hozier, are anxious and mildy sad, love iced coffee or tea, and are sick of waiting for our teenage dream.
Ps ~this isn't me trying to generalize, it's just an observation lmao.
"the sight of the stars makes me dream"
- Vincent Van Gogh
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