اودیسئوس.

“You reek of death. Everything about you is an endless goodbye.”

I just have two sides : “I wrote your name on a bullet so when I shoot myself, you will be the last person going through my head.” vs. “A bullet in my head may be the only way to get you out of it.”

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Me watching the young couple flirting with each other at the table in front of me, fully aware that I will never experience such a thing called love without the pain, suffering, being left out and the tragic end inevitably accompanying it and that is my curse. Or maybe my other “fatal flaw”…

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توی اپلیکیشن YPT - YeolPumTa یه library داریم که باهم درس میخونیم. صدا و تصویرتون هم باز نیست، سیمپلی فقط آواتارهامون که کنار هم درس می‌خونن. اپ‌هاتون رو اگر بخواید بلاک میکنه، امکان نوشتن تسکاتون و مدیریت زمان به شیوه‌ی خودتون هم بهتون میده که همه چیز پرسونالایزد باشه.

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Heathcliff: Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living. You said I killed you—haunt me then. The murdered do haunt their murderers. I believe—I know that ghosts have wandered the earth. Be with me always—take any form—drive me mad. Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! It is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul! — Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights I can never forget this exquisite masterpiece. In my heart, I have always been Heathcliff, a soul adrift in darkness. No matter how many times I stumble and drown in despair. Every fibre of my being, my bones, my blood, my heart, and my mind, resonates with his anguish and passion. Deep down, I am painfully aware that my future is bound to reflect his own shadowy fate. For a soul like mine, one that is perpetually lost and filled with hopeless romanticism, there is no other destiny that awaits me than a future steeped in the same dark obsession that defined him. I find solace in this bleak truth, as I embrace the bittersweet beauty of a love entwined with longing and desperation.

Ichabod Crane: Villainy wears many masks, none so dangerous as the mask of virtue. — Sleepy Hollow 1999

— Sleepy Hollow 1999