“I was good... I was really good...”

semi-private🍰

in a sun-filled room, my head still rests on a man's knees, where there is no way out. He's sculpting faces out of wood and I don't wait for his eyes on me to speak. My heart explodes on his chest and his kind eyes look at me like he always knew I'm a mess.…

Almost forgot to share the best day ever (November is already showing love and softness)

۲۸ مهر: حتی اگر هر پنج‌تا حواست هم درگیر باشن، باز نمی‌تونی ذهنت رو خاموش کنی. حداقل با اون میل‌های بافتنی سرت رو سوراخ نکن. آروم بگیر، با پاهات که آروم توی اون مساحت کوچیک می‌رقصی، بذار نرم برای خودش ببافه. تو که می‌دونی وقتی دیوارهاش انقدر ساکتن نمی‌تونی خودت رو تحمل کنی. بذار زندگی یک‌بار هم اینطوری اتفاق بیفته.

And I was catching my breath, staring out an open window catching my death. And I couldn't be sure, I had a feeling so peculiar, that this pain would be for Evermore ✧

I replay my footsteps on each stepping stone, trying to find the one where I went wrong. Writing letters addressed to the fire

✦ ˚ * . Gray november, ⊹. .
i've been ⋆ ✧ down since july ˚ * .

It's always searows and a very genuine 'what the fuck is wrong with me'