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Hair holds memories, they say. I wanted to forget about all of this shit that happened to me, that happened to us; and I got my hair cut. That was all I could do against the world. Against all I have been through. It seems stupid or lame, but I believe if you feel like you can’t do anything, you should do something. So I did.

و برای پایان دادن به این تابستونِ نکبتی امروز رفتم و موهام رو کوتاه کردم.

شهریور ماه.

مدگل داره با آنسالود برمی‌گرده.😭😭😭 صبا ورژن دورانِ کرونا داره از خوشحالی می‌میره.

حالم از عبارتِ «پرداخت با اسنپ‌پی در چهار قسط» به‌هم می‌خوره.

I’m not anti-social; I’m a translator.

I can’t stand the thought of other people relating to Sylvia Plath. I’m jealous of whoever knows her and reads her poems or any sort of writing she has created. I want to think that the only person who is another version of Sylvia in her life, is me.

بخدااا بیاینننن🥹 برای ناهار براتون لازانیا درست می‌کنم عصرونه هم رول دارچینی

من باید یبار برم خونه صبا اینا