To die, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there's the rub:

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause—there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.

از روی پرچین رد شدی، خون روی لبت رو با سر آستین پاک کردی؛ قطره به قطره آب‌های مقدس رو گریه کردی و پرسیدی: «با این همه چیزایی که نمی‌دونم چیکار کنم؟»

Call me a crazy sod all you want, as long as that head is out of the ass of my life.🧘🏻

i just wish parents were a bit educated on mental health.

-و از هنگامی که نخستین بار کسی مُرد تا به امروز، همواره عقل فریاد زده است: «باید چنین باشد».

-"If you're going to have a voice, you'd better be careful what that voice says."