اودیسئوس.

I plan on buying TSH in October and have a Gothic winter after all.

Autumn is coming.

Misa brings me back to life.

Tea, papers, jazz. Enjoying the last minutes of freedom.

Let me

I would share the album

https://t.me/HadesInDisguise/2497 would u share the music

I’ve got my tea and my papers and enjoying the last minutes of my freedom

خب

ولی اونقدر صحبت نمی‌کنم کلا

اینجا رو یه جوری پاکسازی کردم که دیگه می‌تونه تبدیل به پرایوتم بشه عملا

They say autumn is the beginning of withering, of darkness, of leaves surrendering to death, of the first breath of cold. But what do they know of cold? What do they know of shivering beneath a sun that burns mercilessly, of feeling frozen while the whole world is drowning in light?

All the bonds that grew thin, the distances that grew wide, the connections that ran dry, all the flowers that withered.