ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗰𝗿𝗲 𝗲𝘁 𝗠𝗶𝘀è𝗿𝗲 (?)ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
To hear the faint sound of oars in the silence as a rowboat comes slowly out and then goes back ia truly worth all the years of sorrow that are come.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
To hear the faint sound of oars in the silence as a rowboat comes slowly out and then goes back ia truly worth all the years of sorrow that are come.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Telegraph
Massacre
Sorrow everywhere. Slaughter everywhere. If babies are not starving someplace, they are starving somewhere else. With flies in their nostrils. But we enjoy our lives because that's what God wants. Otherwise the mornings before summer dawn would not be made…
Channel name was changed to «أعرف أن شخصًا ما يضربني سراً ويحكم علي ، لذا إذا كنت واحدًا منهم ، تظل العاهرة مجنونة:]»
Channel name was changed to «this is an arrogance, an ignorance, a misplaced aggression and it is the absolute apposite of love.»
living outside in is no fun i feel the pain just saying these words, you become other people, feel like other people
هربنا وابتسمت وأنا أفكر في أن كل شيء سيكون على ما يرام ، لكن شخصًا ما جعلني أعتقد أنه من الصعب أن تحب مرة أخرى لأنه يمكن أن يقود عالمك إلى أن يكون مظلمًا وبسيطًا
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
stock of old maps hundreds of days ago managed to deliver you to the first page today safely, even if a little torn. it doesn't matter everything still goes through, the most important part is you stay alive. somehow and what is clear is that you still exist in a world that almost makes everything in it go crazy.
what is life supposed to be like? I wonder at night amidst the noise of the world, no one knows for sure. the universe always tells stories beyond my own head, and you seem to be. there are no standard rules how to fight life, and the noise of your own head. there are no definite signs where you should walk or stop. there is nothing predictable in this hectic world that has no background and is a little annoying.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
stock of old maps hundreds of days ago managed to deliver you to the first page today safely, even if a little torn. it doesn't matter everything still goes through, the most important part is you stay alive. somehow and what is clear is that you still exist in a world that almost makes everything in it go crazy.
what is life supposed to be like? I wonder at night amidst the noise of the world, no one knows for sure. the universe always tells stories beyond my own head, and you seem to be. there are no standard rules how to fight life, and the noise of your own head. there are no definite signs where you should walk or stop. there is nothing predictable in this hectic world that has no background and is a little annoying.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ