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Happy prid(emo)nth

Warworks

Self-crucifixion

Those who were taken, whose lives were cut short, didn't vanish. Their atoms that made up their bodies, the same ones that once burned inside stars, are now drifting through space. We are made of stars and in that same cosmic cycle, they become stars again.

Can i just say i’m genuinely amazed by their creativity

And the starlight is still on its way to us

You can't touch a photon but in the warmth of the sun that will someday reach this land, we will find you

ما گر ز سر بریده میترسیدیم در محفل عاشقان نمی‌رقصیدیم

رها

لبیک یا جرارد

My forgotten go to track. The last time I listened to it, grief had already broken me. Now I’m back, returning to an old friend.