انقدر می‌ریزم تو خودم، انقدر انباشته می‌شم، انقدر به هم می‌خورم و همچنان وقتی هرکس تو صورتم نگاه کنه هیچی جز یه صفحه‌ی خالی نمی‌بینه. اسمشم هست هنر ظریف قورت دادن احساسات.

Do you ever just stop and say: honestly what the fuck am i doing with my life

خاک بر سرمان کنند.

I’ll get in a car and drive, do you need to get drunk? Do you need me there by your side? Does it ever occur to you that this is bigger than us?I wanna go back to the day you talked to me for the first time , i wanna see the same cloudy skies as i walked for hours thinking is she in love with someone else? I wanna take off my skin like a dress and give it to you, so you can use it as a new curtain so at the night, the moon won’t ruin it again. I wanna keep my hands busy scratching my ears, turning book pages, cutting red onions, holding matches, keeping her from jumping to the street, i wanna keep my hands busy doing things they weren’t created for so i can stop thinking about holding your face while i drown you in kisses softer than raindrops on a tiny rooftop. So the next time I’m pushing another finger inside the hole that i am, would you answer my question? Is it bigger than us?

می‌بینی تولدت همیشه بدترین روز عمرمه؟

dear dad ;
I wish i could write some new words to you to say how heart-broken you left me, I wish i could hate you but to be quite honest I miss you like when i was only 6.

You don't get love unless you give love. If you are loved and praised, that's only because you love and praise. That's because you care about people's happiness and pain. You care about their presence. Nobody's going to give you love if you just wait for it. You're the one who builds it.

این از توان من خارجه که این هزار تیکه‌‌ی شکسته که کنار هم اجتماع قلب رو تشکیل دادن، مثل روز اولش کنم. من نهایت بتونم موتورش رو سالم نگه دارم. بذارم دو روز دیگه بکوبه. ولی نمی‌تونم هیچ احساسی رو بهش القا کنم. بخصوص احساساتی رو که بخاطرش به این روز کشیده شده. همونطور که نمی‌تونم از شاخه‌ی شکسته‌ی درخت بخوام جوونه بزنم.

اتفاقای بد سر آدمای خوب می‌افته، اتفاقای خوب برای آدمای بد پیش میاد و بعضی وقت‌ها تقصیر هیچ‌کس نیست.
-after life

Hey you, what do you see?
Something beautiful or something free?

I want your pain to taste why you're ashamed
And I know you're not just what you say to me
And I'm not the only moment you're made of

We're killing strangers so we don't kill the ones that we love

So I can see it suffer, and never see it fly.