Is it so? Is the daughter's misfortune the mother's triumph? Is my grief your secret pleasure?
Autumn Sonata 1978
Autumn Sonata 1978
All that was sensitive and delicate, you attacked. All that was alive, you tried to smother.
Autumn Sonata 1978
Autumn Sonata 1978
No sorry, I’m actually busy staring into a wall for the rest of the day.
Forwarded from اختاپوس در قفس پرنده (Sour octopussy)
I'm so sorry that you have to have a body
Forwarded from اختاپوس در قفس پرنده (Sour octopussy)
One that will hurt you and be the subject of so much of your fear
I’m swimming in the smoke of bridges I have burned. So don’t apologize, I’m losing what I don’t deserve.