Forwarded from 𝖺 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅𝗌
دروغ چرا ولی من به هرکسی که تو هر کشوری جز ایران و کشورهای مثل ایران تحصیل میکنن و مدرسه میرن حسودیم میشه.
Forwarded from ݁˖ ⋆ 𝒜𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔
کپریکورن ، از نظر تو همه قراره اعتمادتو از بین ببرن مگر اینکه خلافش ثابت بشه.
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my fav side of bridgerton
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my fav side of TDWP
او بیشتر عمرش همین حس را داشت؛ گرفتار در میانهی راه. در تکاپو، در حال دستوپازدن، تنها در تلاش برای بقا، بیآنکه بداند کدام سو برود؛ کدام مسیر را بیهیچ پشیمانیای برگزیند.
- مت هیگ، کتابخانه نیمهشب
Forwarded from 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁
can't wait to get past whatever the fucking fuck this fuck ass stage is in my life rn because genuinely what the fuck.
Forwarded from ㅤㅤ𝑡𝑖𝗋𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗎 ࣮⃨۬֔ ׄㅤ ㅤ (ㅤ݂ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑜𝑑ꦁ𝑟𝑒ㅤ)
challenge / fwd this massage and I’ll give you a nostalgic animated movie or series that y’all probably forgot even existed.
˖࣪ 𖥨 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗄𝖾 ִֶָ ࣪
- HST . today
these days
the last drops of life
seem to be draining
from somewhere deep within the layers of my soul,
and still,
giving up is not an option.
when all my thoughts & brain cells
are screaming,
clawing at one another,
I soothe myself in silence.
when I refuse to sleep,
the night comes after me & leaves its shadow
beneath my eyes.
when my eyes burn & sting
like a salt sea
filled with tears
that never quite arrive,
I brush a hand across them
and carry on.
the remedy for this weariness
is neither sleep
nor rest.
it is an ending.
the moment
all of this is finally over.
and then
I'll be a bird
in the open sky,
a fish
in the endless ocean,
and for the first time in a long while,
I'll breathe.
the last drops of life
seem to be draining
from somewhere deep within the layers of my soul,
and still,
giving up is not an option.
when all my thoughts & brain cells
are screaming,
clawing at one another,
I soothe myself in silence.
when I refuse to sleep,
the night comes after me & leaves its shadow
beneath my eyes.
when my eyes burn & sting
like a salt sea
filled with tears
that never quite arrive,
I brush a hand across them
and carry on.
the remedy for this weariness
is neither sleep
nor rest.
it is an ending.
the moment
all of this is finally over.
and then
I'll be a bird
in the open sky,
a fish
in the endless ocean,
and for the first time in a long while,
I'll breathe.
- HST . hot summer night,
mid-July, 2026