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ilmiyyat1453 · 26 days

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"Can saatini, Rahman ezelde kuruvermiş Bir gün göreceksin ki, o saat duruvermiş"

#saat #Rahman #osmanlıca #hat #hikmetli sözler #özlü sözler

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fthlc · 11 months

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02:19

Bir bozuk saattir yüreğim, hep sende durur.

-- Turgut Uyar

#edebiyat #şiir #şair #gece #alıntı #söz #yazı #aşk #turgut uyar #saat #bozuk

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dilhunbiri · 10 months

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"Ölümün saati yok. Yanınızdaki kişiye değer verin; kırmayın onu. Durup, durup sevdiğinizi söyleyin, özel hissettirin. En ufak bir şeyde bitti demeyin, ağlatmayın, üzmeyin. Neden mi? Çünkü ölümün saati yok."

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yazingecesi · 6 days

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Keşke hiç beraber olmasaydık desem

O güzel günlere yazık olacak.

İyi ki yaşandı desem

Bu acıları nereye sığdıracağız.

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hepeksikk · 6 months

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Saat kırıldı diye vakit durmuyor. Kimsenin yokluğu kimsenin sonu olmuyor…

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resimlerin-dili · 1 year

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#kitap #kuru çiçekler #saat #annadowbor

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nefismuhasebesi · 2 years

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Zaman; Bekleyenler için çok yavaş, Korkanlar için çok hızlı, Yas tutanlar için çoook uzun, Sevinenler için çok kısa, Ama sevenler için sonsuzluktur adeta.

#zaman #saat #korku #yas #hüzün #neşe #müjde #ebrar #ahsen #güzel #beklemek #sevmek #uzak #yakın #kalb #sonsuz #muhabbet

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yakazakalb · 1 year

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Dün şahidiniz, bugün emanetinizdir.

(Ömer b. Abdulaziz (رحمه الله)

#saat #vakit #kıymet #güneışık

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huysuzlukabidesi24 · 1 year

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Saat hiç fark etmez trip attığım da küs uyumaya giden yol da özledim dediğim de kapımda bitecek birisi lazım...

#saat #çokça özlem #sevgili #gelmek

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birrezhar · 11 days

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Saat kaç? -İlim saati 💛

#saat #ilim #arapça #osmanlı

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tallships-and-starlights · 28 days

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Fish food for the fish tank for you

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It was a fatal moment of weakness, an illusion of safety and familiarity that felt too much like home. He knew that she only let him stay by her side because he intrigued her. His culture and his habits differing so much from her own isolated upbringing amongst the stars. He told her of his tribe, his family and in turn his brother. He told her of his fate and his sacrifice to destroy the xenomorph outbreak. "He died an honorable death."

He decided then not to mention how his brother had become infected and how he had to run him through, because the med pods were all destroyed and that his brother did not go out in a blaze of glory like he had weaved the story of his chiva for her. He could not bear the thought of whatever insult he was sure would be thrown at him if he did. Ship dwellers and their lack of bedside manner and empathy never ceased to make his skin crawl.

"What of the aura wielder?"

Had he known that humans were seen as simply pray and nothing more by her people, then he never would have opened his fucking mouth. With the high of sex still reeling in his mind and body, he was far too loose with his tongue. He never would have imagined what carnage would be wrought with his words. He should have kept his mouth shut.

Okuill didn't know what he did was wrong until he felt Saat's hands grow still on his chest. She splayed her palm against his ribs as she sat up. "The ooman is on the surface?"

Okuill simply nodded his head. A small click leaving his teeth in reply. He was far too lethargic and lightheaded to notice the flex of his paramore's claws until she had grabbed his throat and tore his stomach open.

He didn't even have enough forethought to howl out from the blinding pain as he desperately tried to keep his organs from spilling onto the bed. All he could do was gasp for air like a fish. His stomach pooling blood, like some kind of macabre play where the curtains of his skin was jammed shut by the death grip he had on them. Saat slowly lifted herself off of him and backed up to the door of her room all the while glowering at him as he gaped at her.

She glanced down at her stomach and pushed her hand from her waist to her navel with the same clawed hand that was drenched in his blood all the while sneering at him from his place on her bed, his death bed no doubt.

She continued this motion a few more times before spitting in his direction and stomping out the door no doubt to inform the elders of his transgression. After a few moments he realized what it was she was doing. She was trying to remove his seed from her womb, now that she made it abundantly clear how much of a disgrace he was in her eyes. He hoped it would stick if only to spite her.

As he lay there, gasping and reeling at the dizzying pain and blood loss he prayed to his gods with all his dying might that they protect his family, his people and that they would not suffer from his mistakes. If only he had heeded his father's words.

Never trust a star walker.

#yautja #yautja culture #predator #yautja oc #Subtle Musings of the Damned and Forgotten #Okuill #Saat #sa'vaak #tallships and starlights #i made this in 30 minutes there is no grammer check whatsoever

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msoylesinebirii · 5 months

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Saat "acaba sevseydi nasıl olurdu" yu 25 geçiyor

#postlarim #msoylesinebirii #writing #sözler #saat #geçiyor

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dilhunbiri · 9 months

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“bugün oturdum ölümü düşündüm, yirmi yaşında ve hayat bu kadar güzelken.”