His scent deceives me

I hate the feeling called 'lust'

وصلت

Milano

No one shall interrupt

SHUT UP
SHUT YOUR NASTY MOUTH
OR IMMA START SOBBING

Life is unfair (kys)

“We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.”
— Anaïs Nin

I'm unable to write or think
My imagination garden is full of dead roses and death scent

الأحداث تمُر
والكوابيس تَبقى

متأكدة راسي فحياته السابقة كان كرة سلة