#litearture

"Herkes aşkı yaşıyorum sanıyordu… Oysaki ben, aşkı değil, onunla başlayan bir evreni yaşıyordum.

Bir bakışı, içimde ormanları yeşerten yağmur gibiydi. Bir sözü, kalbime gökyüzü açan güneş.

Aşk sandıkları şey, aslında onunla kurduğum sonsuzluktu. İnsanların gördüğü sadece yüzümdeki tebessümdü;

ama benim içimde, kökleri göğe uzanan bir hayat vardı.

Meğer aşk, bir kelime değilmiş… O başlı başına bir var oluş, bir nefes, bir başlangıçmış.

Ve ben aşkı değil, onunla beraber yeni bir hayatı, yeni bir kendimi yaşıyordum." ASİKAN

Oysaki ben aşka aşığım ❤❤ ASİKAN

My second favorite media of the year 2025 is @derinthescarletpescatarian's "Time To Orbit: Unknown" duology! Also, the only thing on this list I've reviewed by now.

[poem text: Once, I wagered my soul on the promise of eruption, that some grand detonation would hurl me into resplendence, and that only through charred rubble could I be reborn into loveliness. My dreams were of conflagrations—of fireworks and explosions that paint my life in roseate hues. How strange that I mistook calamity for benediction. Hark! the minutiae are sovereign—witness them with me. Reverberant hunger curls its tongue around my ribs, a serpent of unlit phosphor. A sparrow’s wingbeat, ragged and unheralded. Lo, the small fractures of porcelain dawn, seeping like ichor into the seams of my fingernails. Fever dreams drag leave kisses across my throat. Little threads on a cardigan sleeve, fraying into labyrinths, do you not resemble entire histories unwound? I drink mildew from the edge of a cracked chalice, believe it wine, call it holiness, and then retch the syllables into the basin of silence. No one warns that the smallest fracture, a hairline gasp, is more tyrant than detonation. Grain-of-sand sovereignty. Oft I bend to the dust-mote liturgy.

Cockroach, Cockroach,

No care in the world

No future to fight for

Life easy and fair

Immortal and strong

With expectations so low

Cockroach, Cockroach,

I love you so.

Wings protected and hard

The colour of caramel you shoot for the stars

Nothing can hurt you - you resilient creature!

Cockroach, Cockroach,

Why must my life be so incomparably hard?

You see, all I do is moan and complain

About a life I love

Yet causes me pain

Cockroach, Cockroach,

Let it be known:

You are beautiful and strong

You can survive anything

With you? There is nothing wrong

Yet me? I am still searching for my colour, my wings and various other things

For your courage and what I wish to be: