i cant politicize my very being to be more easy to digest. i will not censor my mistakes, desires, lust, rage and wrongdoings in order to perfect a recipe nobodys even eating. this is who i am as i am

i exist as a person not an abstract idea or images slung together. there is a body behind the mind and i will not let you forget that.

just yelled “yippee” because i found another italian female author to be obsessed with

im a pastaboo

i need to get myself some weed

everyday i wish reza pahlavi would die and then i wake up to him saying some shit again

good morning my pronouns are never/not enough

making a list of books to buy and i’ve never felt more alive

the fact that id hate being iranian no matter what era of history i was born in because everyone is fucking crazy on this soil

giving advice to some ppl is so hard like damn u cant make any change whatsoever to improve anything? then die

i cant even give tough love to some ppl. that requires energy i do not have

anyone else wants to die when they look in the mirror

sometimes all i want is to be pitied because i have given up on being understood

my biggest sin to this day has been apologizing for committing thought crimes like “how dare you think of me that way” idk my brain did it

esp when u havent changed tone or acted weirdly w someone, there is NO NEED to apologize for things you’ve thought/felt. very important psa

one advice to long haired men? cut it medium length NOW

adult who can’t rewatch lorax because she’d get too emotional

seriously why are all the pretty girls from 🏳️‍⚧️?? where even is that

im so tired and eepy all the time

day 14 w/o spotify im listening to music on instagram.com