Literally

You should feel how I feel when somebody says your name

It torments me that I can’t cry or grieve over not having it—or over the things that keep happening all over again. I want to weep over it until I run out of tears, but in the end, all I can do is sit in a corner, think about it, and feel a heavy weight in my chest.

You forgot me. I knew it would happen someday—everyone forgets each other eventually—but I didn't want it to happen so soon. If only I had known, if only I had been aware of it... then I would have imprisoned you inside a jam jar

"Tell me more about yourself"

But memories of good times, they really last

It was a bad time, wouldn't go back

از دل‌تنگ شدن برای ادم‌هایی که لیاقتش رو ندارن متنفرم.

هفده اردبیهشت چهارصد و پنج

These photos are a reminder of the first day of October—a month that has always held a special place in my heart. It was the day my friend, my sister, and I went to a café together for the very first time. It was gently raining outside, and everything felt like a scene from a movie. From the very beginning, the day was calm, beautiful, and filled with happiness—the sound of our laughter, the smell of coffee, the rain falling outside, and those little moments I thought I would never forget. But unlike its beautiful beginning, the day ended with fear. Even so, every time I look at these photos, the first thing I remember is how beautiful the start of that day was. Those moments are still alive in my mind, with every little detail, and I don't think they'll ever fade.

The first day of October))

عکسای قدیمی رو که تو چنلم دیلیت شده بود رو بزارم؟

هیچیز من و به اندازه کتاب هدیه گرفتن خوشحال نمیکنه.