the ophelia urge to go insane.

looking at them feels like remembering something my soul knew before i was born.

there is an ancient language hidden in the way women dance

Summer Dewing T.W. • 1890

یوتیوبم خیلی رندوم اجرای کوچلای لانا و بیلی رو آورد، اشتباه بزرگی کردم و بعد‌ مدت‌ها ریواچ کردم و i’m bawling my eyes out right now.

تا اطلاع ثانوی قراره منو با گوشواره های گیلاسم ببینین.

نگاش که می‌کنم انگار دارم شعر می‌خونم

زیادی خوشگل نیست :)؟!؟!؟!؟!؟!؟

perhaps every woman is a calla lily waiting for music. the moment she begins to dance, she remembers the shape of her own soul, soft but unyielding, delicate but impossible to break. she blooms not beneath the sun, but beneath the rhythm of her own becoming.

“i will simply open my notebook and there it will all be, a forgotten account with accumulated interest, paid passage back to the world out there. it all comes back. remember what it is to be me. that is always the point.” — Joan didion

“it was while writing a diary that i discovered how to capture the living moments. the diary dealing always with immediate present, the warm, the near, being written at white heat, developed a love of the living moments, of the immediate emotional reaction to experience, which revealed the power of recreation to lie in the sensibilities rather than in memory or critical intellectual perception.” — Anaïs nin

what really exists if it’s not being seen?

امیدوارم اونقدری زنده باشم تا زجرکش و نابود شدن تمام آخوند هارو با چشم خودم ببینم.

Stalking my old eras and now i miss me

خیلی خوشمزه‌اس و خیلی خوشگله

a سیب‌ترش can instantly make my day

is it better to speak or to die? to leave and never go back.