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خدا هیچ بنی بشری رو گیر استاد زبون‌ نفهم نندازه:)

از قاچاقچیمون خریدم زمانی که اینترنت نبود.

مرسی بچه‌ها من نجات یافتم💁🏻‍♀️

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تازه باید بشینم آن‌ کارسون هم ادیت کنم.

این هفته باید هم Mrs. Dalloway بخونم هم Antigone هم مقاله- هم فروید.

این ترم بالاخره من و خانم وولف باهم دوست می‌شیم. بالاخره!

“I don’t want realistic I want magic!”

My poor poor Blanche

دوست دارم دوتا چشم دیگه قرض کنم بشینم برای Blanche گریه کنم.

اگر کپنهاگ رو خواستید.🌟

تموم شد.

“You just came home in time for the funerals, Stella. And funerals are pretty compared to deaths. Funerals are quiet, but deaths—not always. Sometimes their breathing is hoarse, and sometimes it rattles, and sometimes they even cry out to you, “Don’t let me go!” Even the old, sometimes, say, “Don’t let me go.” As if you were able to stop them! But funerals are quiet, with pretty flowers. And, oh, what gorgeous boxes they pack them away in! Unless you were there at the bed when they cried out, “Hold me!” you’d never suspect there was the struggle for breath and bleeding.”

“You just came home in time for the funerals, Stella. And funerals are pretty compared to deaths. Funerals are quiet, but deaths—not always. Sometimes their breathing is hoarse, and sometimes it rattles, and sometimes they even cry out to you, “Don’t let me go!” Even the old, sometimes, say, “Don’t let me go.” As if you were able to stop them! But funerals are quiet, with pretty flowers. And, oh, what gorgeous boxes they pack them away in! Unless you were there at the bed when they cried out, “Hold me!” you’d never suspect there was the struggle for breath and bleeding.”

“You just came home in time for the funerals, Stella. And funerals are pretty compared to deaths. Funerals are quiet, but deaths—not always. Sometimes their breathing is hoarse, and sometimes it rattles, and sometimes they even cry out to you, “Don’t let me go!” Even the old, sometimes, say, “Don’t let me go.” As if you were able to stop them! But funerals are quiet, with pretty flowers. And, oh, what gorgeous boxes they pack them away in! Unless you were there at the bed when they cried out, “Hold me!” you’d never suspect there was the struggle for breath and bleeding.” –A Streetcar Named Desire, Tennessee Williams

Sometimes—there’s God—so quickly! -A Streetcar Named Desire, Tennessee Williams

“You just came home in time for the funerals, Stella. And funerals are pretty compared to deaths. Funerals are quiet, but deaths—not always. Sometimes their breathing is hoarse, and sometimes it rattles, and sometimes they even cry out to you, “Don’t let me go!” Even the old, sometimes, say, “Don’t let me go.” As if you were able to stop them! But funerals are quiet, with pretty flowers. And, oh, what gorgeous boxes they pack them away in! Unless you were there at the bed when they cried out, “Hold me!” you’d never suspect there was the struggle for breath and bleeding.”

وحشت‌‌زده هستم و دارم می‌‌رم نمایشنامه رو شروع کنم، باید همین امروز هم تمومش کنم!