𝘓𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦s ☽

And it's half my fault but I just like to play the victim:)

I am speechless... I love you guys😭😭😭

واقعاً واقعاً زیبا بود قلبمم:)))😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 "a quiet tongue shaped from silence, where being misunderstood felt safer than being seen." "And when words failed me, anger rose — a fierce translator, the only voice strong enough to carry the weight my heart could not speak." "And the cruelest part — is how fluent I am in repeating it." "Inside, I rehearse replies endlessly, crafting sentences like fragile glass, meant for someone I know does not deserve them. Yet when the moment arrives, my mouth forgets its courage, my thoughts scatter like frightened birds, and I stand there — unwritten, unfinished." واقعاً به عنوان دختری که رشته ش ادبیات انگلیسی عه میگم ، به شدت با استعدادی اصلأ احساس میکنم نوشته های کلاسیکه جدی میگم موفق باشی🫠💓

Shortened version: "I learned another language when I was still small — where being misunderstood felt safer than being known. Silence lived in my chest, so anger learned to speak for me, a harsh translator for a heart without words. I rehearse answers endlessly for someone unworthy, yet when the moment comes I fall quiet, unfinished. And their voice echoes with terrifying familiarity: Look at yourself. You are disgusting. The cruelest truth — I speak it fluently too." _ by Arista

I learned another language when I was still small — a quiet tongue shaped from silence, where being misunderstood felt safer than being seen. I wore confusion like armor, let distance soften the sharp edges of touch. And when words failed me, anger rose — a fierce translator, the only voice strong enough to carry the weight my heart could not speak. Inside, I rehearse replies endlessly, crafting sentences like fragile glass, meant for someone I know does not deserve them. Yet when the moment arrives, my mouth forgets its courage, my thoughts scatter like frightened birds, and I stand there — unwritten, unfinished. Their voice echoes with an intimacy that feels like betrayal, because it sounds so much like mine: Look at yourself. You are unbearable. You are wrong. You are something to hide. And the cruelest part — is how fluent I am in repeating it. _ by Arista

Maybe happiness isn't in what you believe, but who you believe -fleabag

Here we go again:)🫠🧣

Call me obnoxious but this made me so happy that I'm going to pin it 😊🫠😂🥹

This was by far the most beautiful massage I had ever gotten, thank you for making me cry you lovely human:))))😭😭😭🥹🥹💓

واقعاً زیبا مینویسی ، poetry های زیادی نخوندم اما همیشه چنلت رو چک میکنم واقعاً نوشته هات قلبمو که هیچ احساس میکنم کل روحمو لمس میکنن واقعاً کلماتی که استفاده میکنی، نوع آهنگ نوشته ها، همه آدم رو محو خودشون میکنن. و فقط poetry هات هم نیستند، کلا چنلت یه دنیای دیگه ست واقعاً، یعنی حس میکنم با فرشته ها در حال رقصم. آهنگایی که میذاری، quoteهای قشنگی که داخل چنله یعنی نمیشناسمت ولی تا حالا یه نفر انقدر با درک و عمیق و رمانتیک توی زندگیم ندیده بودم و مطمئنم به درجات خیلی بالایی میرسی چون قلب به شدت پاک و دید به شدت عمیقی داری و اگه این آرامش رو به منی که هیچ ایده ای ازت ندارم اینجوری از پشت گوشی داری منتقل میکنی نمیتونم حدس بزنم در دنیای واقعی چه فرد زیبا و دوست داشتنی هستی:)) Keep being you Arista, you're so very lovely <33💓💓

In a world where everyone's a "oh I'm tired", I'm waiting for my:

"I have survived everything but I that I cannot survive myself" _ Cynthia Chapman