₊°𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳˓˚

در دنیایی پر از انسان های منطقی من همیشه رویا پرداز خواهم ماند.

I'm not looking for an escape; I'm looking for a place that feels like home.

Maybe the reason I find peace in the stars is that a part of me belongs there.

It feels like my heart remembers something my mind has forgotten.

I wonder if there's a version of me somewhere, living the life I dream about every night.

I'm not afraid of the dark; I've spent years being hurt by the wrong kind of light.

If I ever disappear, don't look for me on a map... Maybe I finally found the world that had been calling my name all along.

There are memories I never lived, yet somehow I miss them.

Everyone thinks I'm quiet; no one knows how many worlds are living inside my mind at once.