Nice thing:
you actually care abt people in a real way + ur taste is just consistently solid and u just know whats good without trying too hard.

Mean thing:
You kinda go into defense mode a bit too quick sometimes like you're ready for a problem before there even is one.

https://t.me/letsteaa

Nice thing:
You're really good at spotting the bullshit hiding behind good intentions.

Mean thing:
Unfortunately you're also capable of finding hidden motives in situations that genuinely arent that deep

https://t.me/DoriRulesHere

Nice thing:
You're the kinda person who can laugh at themselves without losing sight of who they are.

Mean thing:
You also give off "currently held together by duct tape and vibes" energy 😭

https://t.me/mrwolf_art

Nice thing:
You make ordinary things feel way more special than they have any right to be.

Mean thing:
You could probably get emotionally attached to a rock if it sat in the right spot long enough.

For Gilda

جهان چو آینه کردار ما نماید باز
نه هر که تیغ کشد، لایق جفاید باز
ز خویش گر بگریزی کجا روی آخر؟
که سایه پیش و پس هر قدم درآید باز
مجو ز مردم این عصر، رسم مهر و وفا
که گل ز خارستان، دیر می‌روید باز
For, t.me/uncivilizedme

Beneath your ribs the blackbirds sing, of nameless grief and withered spring, You wear the dusk with quiet grace as twilight learns your hidden face.

For, https://t.me/ChaoticEchoes

May the darkness remember
what the daylight denied.
May the lost stars whisper
that you were alive.

For, https://t.me/helothisis

تو آمدی و شب من رنگ سحر گرفت
ویرانهٔ دلم ز تو عطر دگر گرفت
ای ماه دوردست شبستان خاطرم
چشمم ز دیدن تو هوای نظر گرفت
هر جا که باد نام تو را در جهان نوشت
دل از تمام قصهٔ دنیا حذر گرفت
ز وصل تو طلب مُلک آسمانم نیست
همین که یاد تو آمد، دلم قرار گرفت
گر دور مانده‌ای ز من ای روشنی غریب
این دل هنوز سمت تو شوق گذر گرفت

For Gil

ز داغ خلق، دلی شعله‌ ور داری هنوز
ز رنج این همه عالم، خبر داری هنوز
به شام ظلمت ایام چون چراغ سحر
فروغ فکر و دل معتبر داری هنوز
گرچه تیغ زمانه هزار زخم زند
ز مهر آدمیان بال و پر داری هنوز

For, t.me/MisanhropicDrunkenLoner

You are a clock that dreams of yesterday, A ghostly song the wind forgot to play. The sea keeps secrets buried in your voice and lost tides follow every path you choice. No mirror holds the person you have been, For you are more than what the world has seen.

For, t.me/ijustwanttorot

The ivy chose your silent wall before it learned the church at all.
The ravens kept your name unsaid as though it might awaken bread.
You passed and even empty windows wore a face they had not known before.

For, t.me/cherydollface

A book once closed still keeps a thumb between the pages left unread. So do the souls that leave too soon, they never learn the art of dead.

For, t.me/gnrcx

چراغ بخت همیشه به نام تو سوزد
خزان ز باغ دل استوارت بگریزد
نه بیم حادثه دارم، نه خوف گردش چرخ
همین بس است که اقبال دست تو گیرد

For Noor

Your anger looks like someone who cannot imagine a version of themselves that isn't paying for something.
For, t.me/viperdose

Your anger looks like someone who mistakes contradiction for freedom
For, t.me/quietfang

Your anger looks like someone who thinks every irreversible thing deserves a second opinion
For, t.me/inroom707

Your anger looks like someone who believes every good thing should be challenged before it's allowed to stay.
For, t.me/itsavampire

Your anger looks like someone who takes every act of intellectual laziness as a personal interruption.
For, t.me/rueishere

Your anger looks like someone who keeps pulling apart finished answers to check whether they were ever complete
For, t.me/WrittenBySylviaPIath