Don't forget me as the colours fade,
When the lights go down it's just an empty stage.

Someone to hold you too close
Someone to hurt you too deep
Someone to sit in your chair
And ruin your sleep
...
Someone to need you too much
Someone to know you too well
Someone to pull you up short
To put you through hell
...
Someone to crowd you with love
Someone to force you to care
Someone to make you come through
Who'll always be there
As frightened as you
Of being alive
Being alive

«ای شرقی غمگین، تو به کدامین خورشید بی‌فروغ می‌نگری؟»

ای شرقی غمگین تو مثل کوه نوری نذار خورشیدمون بمیره.

Life is just God's game
I am one
But sparks turn into flames.

Panic.

Where's Life's pause button? I'm sick of watching you and I seriously need to pee

The virus affecting Iran this month is still not as bad as the one that's been affecting it since 1979.

چه باشد اگر حال من بد نمی‌بود
 و خوش هم نمی‌بود و اصلا نمی‌بود.
به هر یاخته‌ی سستِ سر تا به پایم
صد ارکستر بادی غمگین نمی‌پود

تکلیف شب بیماریم را نانوشته بر کجا هجوم آورم؟

You've been stuck in a lift
In the belly of a whale
At the bottom of the ocean

Tyger Tyger, burning bright, 
In the forests of the night; 
What immortal hand or eye, 
Could frame thy fearful symmetry? 

In what distant deeps or skies, 
Burnt the fire of thine eyes? 
On what wings dare he aspire? 
What the hand, dare seize the fire? 

And what shoulder, & what art, 
Could twist the sinews of thy heart? 
And when thy heart began to beat, 
What dread hand? & what dread feet? 

What the hammer? what the chain, 
In what furnace was thy brain? 
What the anvil? what dread grasp, 
Dare its deadly terrors clasp! 

When the stars threw down their spears 
And water'd heaven with their tears: 
Did he smile his work to see? 
Did he who made the Lamb make thee? 

Tyger Tyger burning bright, 
In the forests of the night: 
What immortal hand or eye, 
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?


-William Blake

There's a core of truth in every good lie