life is a fucking cunt for going on without you. like thats just a nasty bitch

we need to normalize talking about sex but only in ways i find it non cringe. cringe ways of talking about vaginas and cocks should be illegal

my joblessness is at its peak im watching a turkish drama thats not even dramatic. its fucking COMEDY

bring back REAL drama. wheres the fake pregnancy, wheres the semi incest, wheres the x character comes back from dead and dies again in 2 eps. is nothing sacred anymore?

“watching” and its me skipping scenes on Aparat bcs i cant open any normal website

just downloaded IDM on my laptop… who said non binary bitches w OCD don’t belong in STEMs?

cant connect w any of my friends lately its like idek their language. fun.

religions freak me out so bad

started the day w thinking about palestine and israel and how religion is playing such a terrifying role in it and palestine will literally never be free??? like none of the things ppl r doing is WORKING? for decades now. and how israel is like yaaaas democracy yaaaaas freedom and the ppl r mostly ultra religious and homophobic and its not even changing

im too young to be having an opinion on this tbh

iranians need to learn how to read and critically think like this is getting out of hand

if i had a nickel for every time i saw someone throw “سایبری” at random accounts bcs they read the caption wrong or didn’t even read it-

wonder what being normal these days feels like

oomfs at school talking about their bfs and how they wanna fuck but theres no place and stuff and im like, damn.

the days keep coming when will this END

born to slay forced to revolt

we need to discuss productive ways of protesting like DO something. no one gaf about what insult makes u feel better

if my content doesn’t make sense that means im doing my job well

im never winning the idgaf war like i actually dont even care that much to win any war

I think one of the things I adore about literature but mostly poetry is that its not quite like anything else. you can love anything, no one can call you wrong for feeling feelings. it doesn’t have to be good, it absolutely doesn’t need to be winning any awards. it doesn’t even have to be connected to anyone, writer or muse. it can exist solely on its own and in nowhere but your heart.

truly adore mundane works lately. ordinary days described by a a person living life experimentally. a love affair with the basic principles, boy meets boy, boy falls in love with the boy, boy leaves boy. or a very basic fight. childish words and scratches, having hot tea afterwards. i love reading about these, watching them happen, see a glimpse of it in a postcard or painting.