I got a 98/100 on my French exam today I just know she’d be proud

I treat myself like I’m my own dead wife cuz ik exactly how much she wanted to be loved

I’ve two of my best friends sleeping next to me while I’m playing them jazz

خیلی برام تلخه که عشق توی ذهنم چیزیه که با فقدان برابره. مخصوصا توی دوستی هام. هیچوقت اونجوری که باید عشق رو پذیرا نیستم و شاید برای همونه که هیچوقت به صورت کامل شامل حالم نمیشه. همیشه برام درک پذیر بوده که موردعشق‌ترین آدم زندگی کسی نباشم

It’s been so long since I’ve tried to talk ab my feelings in Persian. I forgot how I love it

I want to be the light. I want to leave people a little warmer than I found them

I love packing up for trips tho it makes me remember I can eventually run away

“We accept the love we think we deserve” man how did i forget ab that

Will I ever learn goddamn Bita

I’m genuinely living up to my only angel around label

I be turning insignificant things into excuses to feel something significant without having to acknowledge its weight cuz damn how can a person feel this much emotions

It feels pretty damn good to be known as the most full of love person in every room tho

I just finished a 453 page French book as an A2 learner I’ve never been more proud of myself

I think about Jean Michel Basquiat everyday while I’m waiting for my water to boil

Omw to get called siah by mashhadi yellow bitches