Nocturne

One of my girls, (student), replied on it: "You left me thinking: What if I could fly towards you and hold you... Trying to find the way which could make you all fine... The way I could make the fire bloom again, just like how you made my bloom before... Could I get you back to the days you could fly? All your weariness all your tedium, could I make you feel the ease again? Even though I may be just a wisher but all of my wishes were for you... I've always daydreamed about you being with me beneath the clouds again... Will my dreams come true?" Now the world seems more beautiful.

The sky is draped in quiet clouds, I long to wander beneath them, but my body lies heavy with weariness, and my mind flickers like a candle burning low.

And also, I think we need to stop waiting for ‘the right time’ and just start doing the things we want whenever because the right time’s never gonna come, and if we keep waiting it’s just gonna turn into an endless cycle. So there. I said it.

''i wasted those years'' who cares. you lived the only life you could've lived in those moments

باشه گفتم دلم زمستون می‌خواد ولی چرا سرما خوردم؟ خدایا شکرت

Kind people will always have my heart no matter what.

Srsly, I don’t think it’s possible to hate summer more than I do rn. Can’t we just fast forward to fall? Dark mornings, long-sleeved sweaters and rainy afternoons and all the orange stuff?

I’m speechless.

That one girl who is actually sweet and quietly lights up the room. The kind of guest who dresses like a modern poem but smells like a forgotten forest. The one you’ll find in a corner, mid-conversation, making someone feel seen for the first time all night. The girl who walks somewhere between mythology and modernity, like she’s lived many lives before this one. Winter-born, candle-fed, and ever in love with the sound of falling leaves and rising thoughts.

I asked ChatGPT to describe me and;

One reason I shouldn’t be allowed to carry a weapon: Next time someone finds out I like football and goes Name 5 players or What’s offside? I might actually use it.

Anxiety.

Sometimes I love some of my students a little too deeply. And when I see them drifting through dark seasons of their lives, something in me breaks quietly. It makes me ache to gather their pain and heal it in some gentle, mysterious way I can’t quite name..