Good morning

I wonder what made my channel approachable lately
But y'all are welcomed

خلي نوريكم شي اقل ما يقال عنه مذهل

It's his
And now it's mine

Although I got no idea how to approach it

I still can't believe that he used to study such things, it amuses me yet grieves me

Imagine having the space to write whatever you feel and think

That's not imaginary by the way

There's something that have been poking my mind
Which is, the act of running away from you death or fate is literally running towards it

Just imagine being human
Hating your confusion
Denying 'til it's proven
Laughing at illusion
Thinking institution's the solution

I had some crazy shit written within this one, crazy. Shit.

“the voices told me so”

I want his head on a stick

I hate him but I love his eyes