Café Verona

"You will all be caught with your diapers down.
That is a promise.
For right here, today. Standing on the very head of my mother, which is now on God's green earth, which everybody who wasn't born in a fucking sewer ought to know and understand to the very marrow of their bones.
There is nowhere, absolutely nowhere, in this god forsaken valley.
I'm talking about from the range of my voice, right here clear out to the goddamn Mojave Desert and beyond that.
None of that area will be called the safety zone.
There will be no safety zone.
I can guarantee you the safety zone will be eliminated.
You will all be extradited to the land of no return."

It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better.

The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again,

because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause;

who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly

— Theodore Roosevelt

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“People fear death even more than pain. It’s strange that they fear death. Life hurts a lot more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over. Yeah, I guess it is a friend.”

— Jim Morrison

April 05, 2013, 2:00pm  3 Notes

The real meaning of “Keep Calm and Carry On”

The real meaning of “Keep Calm and Carry On”

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Anonymous asked: SPLAT! You just got snowballed! Welcome to the snowball fight of 2012! Okay so here's how it works, just say three to five random things about yourself then go anon and snowball your five favorite blogs. If you get snowballed again you CANNOT snowball any blogs you've snowballed before, except if you're out of blogs to snowball. Have fun!

I’ve recieved six of these snowballs. Someone should be having a laugh somewhere. I don’t do that kind of things in here but due to high volume of interest I’ll give it a go.

1. I like singing but the tone of my voice limits me to Frank Sinatra and arabesque songs. I’m really good at both though.

2. I always wanted to keep a diary but I’ve failed at all my attempts. Either because I’m not disciplined or my life isn’t that interesting. Or both.

3. I used to write poems when I was a teenager and recieved good reviews; a beloved one even got one of my works tattooed on her waist but I haven’t read any of them in last six years.

4. There are awful lot of things I want to do and I’m coming into terms with the fact that some will remain so forever. I’m of the belief that obstacles and scarcities keep my life not only challenging but also entertaining and I always relished challenges. Still, new year’s lottery would be of some help.

5. I’ve seen all Seinfeld episodes twice but I avoided the final and still I haven’t seen it.

6. I started smoking at the age of 25 and I’m ashamed of that. All my quitting attempts failed so far because of the simple fact that I just love smoking.

7. I like numbers 7 and 14. Of all the French I learned, only a few phrases survived and one of them is “J’ai quatorze ans.”

8. I still haven’t seen any of the Star Wars movies except the first one, during which I slept. It remains the only movie I slept at.

9. I turn into an evil monster during Galatasaray vs. Fenerbahçe games. Some of my friends avoid watching these games with me after I repeatedly pushed a friend of mine in a goal celebration to a wooden door till the door broke. He didn’t comment, but he didn’t complain either.

10. I haven’t fought with anyone in last 15 years. The last time I was took a part of a fight was in elementary school. I wasn’t tall back then, and a huge, troll-like fella insulted me badly, only to watch me climb onto him and use a red apple as a weapon to smash his head. His nose bleed for hours and I was scared that he might die. He didn’t.

11. In second year at high school, Shakira album Laundy Service was one of the two albums I kept listening to over and over again all year long. The other one was By The Way of RHCP. I can still recite lyrics of all the songs.

December 25, 2012, 12:13pm  1 Notes

December 21, 2012, 4:45pm  4 Notes

Bill and Hillary Clinton, 1972

Bill and Hillary Clinton, 1972

December 11, 2012, 3:50pm  0 Notes

“I only remember my father for one month my whole life, when I was 10. And it wasn’t until much later in life that I realized, like, he gave me my first basketball and it was shortly thereafter that I became this basketball fanatic. And he took me to my first jazz concert and it was sort of shortly thereafter that I became really interested in jazz and music. So what it makes you realize how much of an impact [even if it’s only a month] that they have on you. But I think probably the most important thing was his absence I think contributed to me really wanting to be a good dad, you know? Because I think not having him there made me say to myself ‘you know what I want to make sure my girls feel like they’ve got somebody they can rely on.’”

— Barack Obama


December 11, 2012, 10:21am  3 Notes

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Reblogged from Never ever tell anyone I was here.

December 11, 2012, 9:01am  4179 Notes

Things I Say to Myself at Meetings

  •  - The hell am I doing here?
  •  - Oh is that a chocolate chip cookie?
  •  - Can't you just once try to arrive in time for FUCK'S SAKE
  •  - Shall I write that down? Oh thanks for repeating but slower, SLOWER I TOLD YA!
  •  - I wonder if the CEO can hear me crunching? This is some tough cookie.
  •  - I didn't understand a word you said but I totally agree with you and your cleavage.
  •  - I guess that look meant he hears well. SHITDAMNFUCKTITS
  •  - Maybe I should just quit the job and flee.
  •  - What would they do if I suddenly stand up and start dancing on the table?

December 04, 2012, 11:59am  3 Notes

Three years later, as he was looking out of the window at the grey seagulls standing indifferently atop a mattress on a low roof under pouring rain, he was to remember that distant sunny may day. It was the day the decomposition started, looking back at it now, but at the time all would seem perfectly fine to a stranger’s eyes. Everything was in its right place; the wind was carrying the smell of home to the small front porch (a familiar mixture of wet concrete, cat poop, dust, fried onions and a subtle scent of a woman) a creamy broccoli soup was slowly boiling at the kitchen, the tiny cat was chasing a fly, she was lost in a fantasy book again, the sun was shining so bright and amid the buzzing of bees harvesting on pinkish flowers of the tall cherry tree, he was watching the world fall apart: The world as he knew it was collapsing with every tick of the clock and he calmly accepted the fact that there was nothing at all he could do to prevent it.

December 03, 2012, 7:01pm  2 Notes