امروز توی دانشگاه، یه دخترخانومِ خیلی رندم یهو برگشت نگاهم کرد و گفت: چشمات چه‌قدر خوشگلن 🙂‍↔️

خدا یه حرومزاده‌ی به تمام معناست.

هنوز هم وقتی یاد سنجد می‌افتم، سمت چپ سینه‌م آتیش می‌گیره و انقدر شدید می‌سوزه که انگار قلبم ذوب شده و قطره‌قطره روی گونه‌هام می‌چکه، نه اشک.

داشتم می‌مردم که یک‌بار دیگه اینجا حرف بزنم

the boldest part of this no-internet era?
probably watching The Umbrella Academy after a lifetime of ignoring it on my watchlist !!

cause guess who got emotionally attached to a doomed tentacle cutie patootie, murdered by his non-biological father moments after finding his forbidden love, who then haunted his siblings for two seasons as a literal ghost, returned in another timeline in season 3 to carry the whole season 4 on his back and die so tragically, taking the entire series down with him?! yup me.

like ofc me. if not me, then who else?

my roman empire.

این چند هفته رو survive کردن صبرِ ایوب، اشکِ یعقوب، مُلکِ سلیمان و چندتا خرده‌‌ریز دیگه می‌طلبه که حقیقتش بعید می‌دونم در من پیدا بشه.

مگر این‌که خواب اصحاب کهف.

دلتنگِ کوچه‌ به کوچه‌ی خوی، دونه به دونه‌ی آفتابگردون‌ها و ثانیه‌ به ثانیه‌ی کلِ این ۲۰ سال می‌شم.

هیس! بخواب زینب!

" everything happens for a مصلحت " yeah, fuck you and fuck that مصلحت

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let me tell you about the last week when me and dad were arguing over my future career while out on a walk and somehow ended up buying materials for my new bag charm from a hunting supply store (like fr)

that was like the writer started out making a family drama about career choices and got distracted halfway.