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''I think I underestimate the power of atomic warheads. It would be awful in a large city centre, crowds of panicked people rush around you, seeing a mother clutch a baby in her arms, hearing a rifle shoot in the distance, a man leaning against a wall, with a bottle of liquor in his hand, given up. In a home with an open door, an extemely eerie test tone plays as the leader says their final words to their doomed nation. You see a figure leap off the top of a large building. Then, silence. The entire city halts as everyone stares at a small flash of light. Many clutch their eyes and scream. For a second, everything around you bursts into silent flames as if it were touched by the hand of a demon. All of a sudden, your entire world explodes and is turned into nothing as atomic fire swallows you and a hundred thousand people. Every building, hundreds of years of ingenuity and creativity, are immediately vaporized. Every artist's painting, every child's scrapbook, every baby boomer's mixtape, every effort of all these people are immediately for naught. Millions of collective consciousnesses are lost, every scrap of your past, present and future existence completely obliterated, eternally buried in the depths of human hostility and error.''
- Someone on the Internet
Donation to War Child UK
I have donated 20 Turkish Lira's to War Child UK (The charity for children affected by war). The fact that I was so lucky to have been raised in an environment of peace and financial stability makes me feel way more responsible for the less fortunate. Humanity shines like a beacon of light when we share and care. It is paramount to our identity to support each other when in need. Any financial contribution counts.
If you want to donate as well you can click on this link http://www.warchild.org.uk/ or if you are a gamer and have steam you can donate through there as well by heading over to http://store.steampowered.com/app/348040/
How fascinating it is to think that notes really have sex and give birth to the songs that we’re glad to meet. Never have an abortion, notes!
Hitting the right note.
Aranızda yatar pozisyonda mesaj yazmaya çalışırken telefonu ÇOTT diye suratının ortasına hiç düşürmemiş olan biri var mı? Yoktur, yoktur.
Her seferinde kimse görmedi dimi diye etrafima bakarim :D

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Harley Quinn cosplay by Jessica Nigri
Photo by Martin Wong
Great Harley cosplay!
Letter from Fritz Gerlich
My dearest Sophie, I don't know when or If i will ever see you again. I don't say this to shock i say it because i must ask one more thing of you... please live.
Urge other to speak out even when what they have to say is not popular. Tell them to embrace courage as a gift and pass them on to their children.
You have always been my hope the promise of goodness, truth and devotion. Knowing that those qualities still survive in this world lets me leave it with a lighter heart.
Don't mourn i have given everything i have to this struggle and my only option now is to give the last , most precious thing.
It will mark this moment in time forever so that people will remember...
Yours Always
Fritz.
- 30. June 1934
Opposition Journalist
Letter was written from the Dachau Concentration Camp.
Thousands were imprisoned and murdered after Hitler's and NSDAP's rise to power.
The Gestapo (secret state police) under Heinrich Himmler destroyed the liberal, Socialist and Communist opposition and persecuted the Jews, trying to force them into exile, while taking their property. The Party took control of the courts, local government, and all civic organizations except the Protestant and Catholic churches.
Between 1933 and 1945, more than 3.5 million Germans had been in concentration camps or prison for political reasons, and approximately 77,000 Germans were killed for one or another form of resistance by Special Courts, courts martial, and the civil justice system.
Legacy
My mouth it’s got a great big smile
that shows some great big teeth
to friends it brings a happiness
and to enemies it means defeat
And my eyes they’ve got some vision
that can see through many lies
ah my eyes they look for better things
the better things to see in life
And my ears are wearing head phones
that do play my favourite songs
not music i’m told to like
but the songs that make me dance along
Cos on my feet are shoes for dancing
‘dancing to be free’
my feet they’re paying tribute to
my legacy
"La vita è bella"
If we all take with us just little bit of that hope and love that this movie is trying to convey; this world would be a much better place.
Normally I don’t football but when I do… It’s Beşiktaş.

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2015.10.21 | Marty and Doc arrive at Jimmy Kimmel Live
The New Turkey
The year 2013 showed up to be the year of the forgotten people in Turkey. The face of the government was truly revealed in the Gezi Park Protests that happened across the entire country. These protests involved millions of people who were fed up with the policies and increasing authoritarianism of the government.
- Beni seviyorum aşkım. + Sen de beni sevgilim.
Gerçekler...
Feeling myself with music...
I forgot to thank you for the blood you shed, and your obligatory contribution to the community. Are you just dense or so fuckin’ inbred you think that all is forgiven and all is forgotten? But forgive them of nothing, despite their impunity. Oh how the system fails you completely when monstrous children get treated so sweetly. The violence is praised, the decision cemented (they seem like nice kids). Crimes go committed, but never lamented (that doesn’t change what they did). That’s when they lock up an innocent victim. The only thing that’s more broken than her spirit is the system. They lock up femininity, infected with the illusion that choice is free. You made your bed when you were born in your bones, so lay back, sweetheart, in a body you only sometimes own. Lay back upon cold concrete floors and rest your drunken soul. What more could a lady ask for than to be treated like a hole? Oh how the system fails you completely when monstrous children get treated so sweetly. Standing before you in suit and tie, don’t they just look so nice? (So nice) Well-practiced tears come to their eyes, “I guess their remorse will suffice.” (Will suffice) That’s when they lock up, That’s when they lock up your bones, That’s when they lock up, femininity infected with the illusion that choice, choice is... Freedom is delicate, cracking under abject catastrophe. Stronger than his prison bars are the bars around her memory. [x2] It’s irrelevant, her relation to me. No one is innocent if they go free. No one is innocent if they go free. When we hand raise the beast, and the beast runs wild, we must speak of our own involvement in the rape of a child. It’s irrelevant, her relation to me. No one is innocent if they go free. No one is innocent if they go free. That’s when they lock up, That’s when they lock up your bones, That’s when they lock up, femininity infected with the illusion that choice, choice is...

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En, en ama eeeen nefret ettiğim stereotiplerden biri sınıfın en önündeki sıralara oturarak ders boyunca sırf hocanın gözüne girmek ve “bakın hocam ben dersi dinliyorum” imajı çizmek için boş boş konuşan, insanın hem vaktini hem sabrını çalan öğrenci tipidir. Başka bir derste öğrendiği, hepimizin bildiği bir şeyi ısıtıp bir diğer derste bir diğer hocanın önüne sunar, oysa ki hepimizin bildiği bir şeyden bahsediyordur ve amacı bize katkı sağlamak değil, bariz bir şekilde hocaya şov yapmaktır. Onlarla hiçbir zaman iyi anlaşamadım. Benim sınıfta anlaşmayı başarabildiğim 2 - 3 kişi vardı zaten, hepsi de benim gibi sinsi pislikti. En arka sıralara oturan ama ders boyunca eşekler gibi not tutan, bunu yaparken bir eli de kakara kikiri kipinde olan ama bi’ kulağı da her daim hocanın sesinde olan minik sinsi pislikler. Yani bizim arka sıralardan “Seviyorsan John Donne, boşan gel koJohn Donne” geyiği de çıkmıştır ama o John Donne sonelerini en iyi de bu geyiği çeviren insanlar çözümlemiştir!
Bir gün bir Shakespeare dersinde sunum yapmıştım. Sunumun sonuna Gandhi’den alıntı falan da eklemişim ki Neslihan Hoca’nın hoşuna gitsin. Hocanın yüzü gülmüş, benim içim rahatlamış, tam sırama oturup “oh be” diyeceğim ki Sevgili Stereotipimiz “bakın hocam ben sunumu da dinledim” imajı uğruna el kaldırıp “I have a question for Selcan” dedi. Gözlerimle “yılannnnn” diye haykırarak suratına baktım Stereotipimizin. Sorusuna “would you like to explain…” diye başladı, sordu, sordu, sordu, sor……. Zaten olduk olası onun o monoton ses tonundan ve bitmek bilmeyen konuşmasından yakınırdık, sordu babam sordu. 4 dakika falan sürdü o soru yani, kağıda döksen 15 satır eder. Ben de bi’ noktadan sonra dinlemeyi bıraktım tabii, sussun diye bekledim. Soruya dair hatırladığım tek şey “would you like to explain” olduğu için sorusunu sonlandırıp yüzüme “koyduk mu” der gibi bakınca ben de Renton gülüşümü takınıp “no, I wouldn’t” diye cevap verdim. “No, I wouldn’t”, hayatımın en sarkastik anının en sarkastik cümlesidir, bütün sınıf alkışlamıştır, Neslihan Hoca sınıfa arkasını dönüp de gülmüştür, birkaç kişi dersin sonunda sıramın önüne gelip “helal olsun ya mehheh” demiştir, her şey bir yana, o stereotip temsilcisinin suratının aldığı acı kırmızı hal o günlerden bu günlere bana hep yetmiştir!
Bir kere de çeviri dersinin stereotipleriyle kavga etmiştim mesela, hatta bu olay çok sevdiğim bir arkadaşım @atasergeynowak‘la tanışmamızın vesilesidir. Şimdi bu salaklar yine en öne inci gibi dizilmişler, hoca ne dese balık sandığının kenarında henüz serbest bırakılmış kedi misali atlıyorlar. Hoca bir ödev vereceğini, çeviri metnini kime verse fotokopiciye bırakabileceğini sordu, bizim sevgi pıtırcıklarımız da “biz biz biz” diye atladı tabii, götün paralel evrene değiyor çünkü hocaya yaranınca. Ben ve birkaç kişi fotokopiye gitmeyi unutmuşuz, sınıfın Facebook duvarına yazdık ki “Metnin fotoğrafını çekebilir misiniz” diye, çünkü sevgi pıtırcıkları onlar, her şeye “biz biz biz” diye atlayan insan bize de yardımcı olur herhalde dedik. Demeseysik! Bunlar bir çemkirdi bize, “Siz ne sorumsuz insanlarsınız, ders yarın siz hala ödev yapmamışsınız, gecenin bir köründe mi aklınıza geliyor ödev, ben sizinle mi uğraşıcam” vs vs vs. Neden çünkü hoca da ekli grupta, hoca uzaktan bu serzenişleri görüp “ay ne akıllı kızlar” diyecek. Ben de hocanın varlığını unutmuşum, “Sanane lan sorumluluk benim değil mi ister hiç yapmam ister dersten bir saat önce yaparım sana mı kaldı mal senin var yaaaaaaaaaaağ…” şeklinde takılıyorum. Ata da ödevi son ana bırakmış bir insan olarak bana destek çıkıyor, ortalığın ağzına sıçıyoruz. Ertesi gün ödevsizce, ödevini güzelce yapmış çalışkan öğrencilerin içerisinde sorumsuz rezil insanlar olarak süt dökmüş kedi gibi kaldık tabii. Hani kendimizi o kadar soyutlamışız ki koca sınıftan kopuk bir şekilde bir köşede arka arkaya oturuyoruz ve sadece birbirimizle muhatap oluyoruz böyle. Halbuki Ata’yı hiç tanımıyorum, o da beni tanımıyor lakin mağduriyetin verdiği gardaşlıkla bir anda 16. yüzyıldan beri panpaymışız gibi takılmaya başladık çünkü Ata da sinsi pislikti.
Sinsi pislikleri çok seviyorum! Ve gerçekten, “en önün incileri”nden çılgınlar gibi nefret ediyorum. Hani ben durduk yere insanlara kolay kolay nefret bahşetmem ama bir insanın arkasından burun kıvırmam için “bak bu en ön incisi” demeniz yeterlidir. Onlara elimden geldiğince itlik yapmaya çalıştım. Ben sıramı savdım, lütfen onlara elinizden geldiğince itlik yapmaya çalışın, götleri paralel evrenin manzarasını bozuyor çünkü -.-
Gratification
Today I had the rare chance to help a disabled girl move up some stairs and go down a few so she could reach the ATM’s. It was the most satisfying 5 minutes I had spent the entire week. Once again it was proven to me that we humans are meant to help each other not drag each other down.