Blue Moon

وضعیت: تلگرامو باز می‌کنی همه دارن میو میو میکنن

I am gradually becoming someone who thinks about thinking. Thinking has now become a habit for me a goal. I constantly want to sit and think; it does not matter what my hands are busy doing.

No one should sleep without a good night May your night be as beautiful as the stars.⭐️

I always wish time could turn back (even though I know it won't). I would like to be this age again. I would like to hug my childhood tightly....🫠🩵

ᴵ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈⁿ'ᵗ ʳᵘⁱⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢʰⁱᵖ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵗʳⁱᵛⁱᵃˡ ⁱˢˢᵘᵉˢ. ˢᵒˡᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵇʸ ᵗᵃˡᵏⁱⁿᵍ. ᴰᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵗʳʸ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵒ ᵗʰⁱˢ. ᵂʳⁱᵗᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ᵈᵒʷⁿ. ᵀʳʸ ᵗᵒ ᵉˣᵖˡᵃⁱⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵉᵃᶜʰ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ⁱⁿˢᵗᵉᵃᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵗʳᵉᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵉᵃᶜʰ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʳᵉⁿ. ᵀʰᵉˢᵉ ᵗʸᵖᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢʰⁱᵖˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵗᵃˡᵏ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃⁱʳ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ʳᵉˢᵘˡᵗˢ.

My favorite animation ever.🫠🩵

Everything will be okay one day, don't worry.🥲🩵

The whale is my favorite animal forever🫠🩵.

ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴜꜱ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴꜱ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴀʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴛᴀʀ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏᴜʟ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀꜱ ᴘᴀꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀ ᴏʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴡʜᴏ ɪꜱ ɴᴏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇꜱ. ᴏʀ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴛᴀʀ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ꜰᴀʀ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ᴏʜ, ɴɪɢʜᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʟɪᴠᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ.⭐️

blue love🫠🩵

That girl was a poet, but the man next to her couldn't read!

حافظ: بر شمع نرفت از گذر آتش دل، دوش آن دود که از سوز جگر بر سر ما رفت دور از رخ تو دم به دم از گوشهٔ چشمم سیلاب سرشک آمد و طوفان بلا رفت از پای فتادیم چو آمد غم هجران در درد بمردیم چو از دست دوا رفت دل گفت وصالش به دعا باز توان یافت عمریست که عمرم همه در کار دعا رفت.

For every tear I shed in solitude; for every sleepless night I endured; for all the words I should have said to you but never did; for every headache, every anxious thought, every cigarette smoked, and every long walk taken; for the pain in the left side of my chest, the anxiety, and the trembling of my hands and body born of rage; for the loss of appetite, the withdrawal into myself, the stomach aches, and the nausea; for the haggard look of my face, the hollows and dark circles under my eyes, and my graying hair; for all the times I stayed silent, for all the gnawing worry, and for all the days I locked myself away in my room I hate you, and I will not forgive you.