how beautiful and sympathising it is when your past slowly starts dissolving into an illusion you can no longer remember, a dream that was never truly real, a distant land once you thought you’d lived on but never actually touched

i didnt ask you enough questions,
like what’s your favourite shape of a cloud?
but I knew you liked kids and games

Eat, my dear
Killing people is haram

it's March tomorrow

anyone can recommend a site for movie-watching?
rezka isnt working

do you still perform autopsies on conversations you've had years ago

I never wish to be easily forgotten

We’re adults..
When did it happen?..
And how do we make it stop?

A man isn’t afraid of something he’s already accepted