Maybe i would wanted to be able to put words in sentences; the way it lives in me.

“You are at war with yourself.
Caught between, what you truly are
And what you’re supposed to be.”
- Rej Jaen

I breathe her perfume in‌ and it burns like heroin.

I missed my piano damn.

The more i see, the more i get silent about it.

وایب کتابخو‌نه‌ی آقای اکبری رو با هیچ‌چیزی عوض نمی‌کنم.

These days i feel like i need to talk about the deepest parts of myself with someone knowing they would listen; don't know why but there are things which telling them to my diary isn't enough.

واقعاً عاشق بابونه‌ام.