Teapot tales

I've recently realized that the melancholy I feel while looking at certain photos isn't about longing or missing something; it's simply about feeling them too deeply, the entire essence of what happened in those photos, an hour before and an hour after.

Yep I know it’s a public place But still I’m scared

Who are you sharing my stuff to! I’m scared that all of them is private shares

Although most days I just sat at this desk feeling lost. honestly, that’s pretty much how most of it has been going.

Winter in silence

I miss موشکی days in Tehran so much

And be comfortable here after a very long time

Time to share some pics that I’ve taken so far

Alright

الان حتی نمیتونم کلاسای همین سامانه دانشگاه تیپ هزار کشور عقب مونده‌ی خودمو شرکت کنم

توروخدا ببین من چندماه پیش میخواستم چطوری درس بخونم