المرة الجاية شاورما ان شاء الله

My honest reaction

And baby, our love is more comfy there
You're rocking the boat, you're so fine, you're so rare

Yes

Follow sweet children
I'll show thee the way
Through all the pain and
The sorrow
Weep not poor children
For life is this way
Murdering beauty and
Passions

Hush now dear children
It must be this way
Too weary of life and
Deceptions

Rest now my children
For soon we'll away
Into the calm and
The quiet

This is me if you even care

Each time I come up to my mom with that confused face of mine

She's like يا ساتر not another extistnal crisis

I can tell how much I stress her

How about you stop touching my hair?

يا هكي يا بلاش