Imagine being given somewhere around 80 years on a planet floating through an incomprehensibly enormous universe, surrounded by billions of people you will never meet, mysteries you will never solve, places you will never see, and more knowledge than you could absorb in a thousand lifetimes...
and spending the whole damn thing worrying about money, arguing with strangers, impressing people you don't even like, and doing something you hate five days a week because somebody convinced you that was life.
I don't know, man.
I think we may have gotten a few things terribly wrong.
abi her sikimi gizli yaşayın hicbişey paylaşmayın kimseye anlatmayın biri bişey sorarsa ot gibi yaşıyorum hiç bişey yapmıyorum deyin şiddetli tavsiyedir
Memur öğretmen ahmet evi arabayı yazlığı almış çoluk çocukta tamam
Heyecan lazım uğraş bitti
İngilizcecinin kalçalarını hedefleei diye bi senaryo yazarım