they can’t take poetry and beautiful bright words from you. nobody can.

in 2026 I will have a normal relationship with myself

when the playlist got simon and garfunkel, elliott smith, leonard cohen, joan baez, joni mitchell and tracy chapman

can we keep the cold weather but get rid of the whole “its now night at 5 pm” thing

dollar is 125 thousand toman and the most stupid iranian you know is crying over netflix buying warner bros bcs theyre gonna make everyone “gay and black”

sometimes someone is like WHO is praying on my downfall and im like bro… me and everyone you fucked over bro

I could take them in a fight

Just bought some shiny shit I didn’t even need #WasteYourMoneyWednesday

share your pointless purchases with this hashtag

girls see the top of Damavand turn white and open their Fleet Foxes playlist

it quite literally has never been more jover for me

I am quite tired of being the only person responsible for my own sadness, I would’ve liked it if someone else took a bit of it off my hands one of these days

“She thought to herself that unhappiness was not only a very complicated thing to talk about, it was humiliating too.”

— Natalia Ginzburg, Family and Borghesia

one of these days I’m gonna start my career in literary criticism but I have to read more godawful books

It's a very Khali by Ebi kind of night

when you start listening to Iranian classic pop you can’t stop unfortunately

Once you’ve listened to McCartney I (1970) by Paul McCartney you will never stop wanting to beat John Lennon to death with your bare hands

everything i love is like sand in my hands