Come, run with me, as the golden wheat fields sway, and the gentle breeze caresses your exquisite face. Let's escape from it all, to a realm untouched by shadows. In my heart, there exists no place more enchanting than wherever your presence graces. You embody the timeless dream I yearn for endlessly. Given the chance, I'd halt time itself just to lose myself in the depths of your captivating gaze. My love for you transcends all else.
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دیدن درخت نخل خوشحالم میکنه و دیدن نخلستون✨✨✨.
کتاب ۱۹۸۴ رو تموم کردم. انتظار چنین پایان بندی نداشتم
Колония имени Горького | کولونی گورکی
Dysphoria:
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In the quiet echoes of my solitude, I find myself grappling with the haunting questions that reverberate through the corridors of my mind. Do I hold any significance in the tapestry of anyone's existence? Am I desperately reaching out, only to discover my efforts futile in carving a lasting niche within someone's heart? Trust has always eluded me, like a fleeting shadow slipping through my grasp. Have I ever truly been someone to rely on, or have I merely danced on the periphery of significance?
In the depths of introspection, I am tormented by the relentless pursuit of answers to questions that seem to unravel the fabric of my very being. What crime have I committed, other than earnestly seeking love, aspiring to be a beacon of kindness, and yearning to be the unwavering presence for those who may need solace? As I reflect on my existence, a haunting realization claws at my soul – perhaps my presence has never held the weight of value in the eyes of others.
Each heartbeat seems to echo the solemn reminder that I may be prolonging an inevitable revelation – the chilling awareness that I am destined to traverse this vast world alone, and ultimately, I shall confront the silent embrace of solitude in my final moments. The poignant ache of this realization casts a shadow over the fragile fragments of hope I've clung to, as I navigate the labyrinth of my emotions, yearning for a connection that remains elusive.
In the depths of introspection, I am tormented by the relentless pursuit of answers to questions that seem to unravel the fabric of my very being. What crime have I committed, other than earnestly seeking love, aspiring to be a beacon of kindness, and yearning to be the unwavering presence for those who may need solace? As I reflect on my existence, a haunting realization claws at my soul – perhaps my presence has never held the weight of value in the eyes of others.
Each heartbeat seems to echo the solemn reminder that I may be prolonging an inevitable revelation – the chilling awareness that I am destined to traverse this vast world alone, and ultimately, I shall confront the silent embrace of solitude in my final moments. The poignant ache of this realization casts a shadow over the fragile fragments of hope I've clung to, as I navigate the labyrinth of my emotions, yearning for a connection that remains elusive.
Колония имени Горького | کولونی گورکی
In the quiet echoes of my solitude, I find myself grappling with the haunting questions that reverberate through the corridors of my mind. Do I hold any significance in the tapestry of anyone's existence? Am I desperately reaching out, only to discover my…
We emerge into this vast world as solitary beings, our first breaths a poignant reminder of our individual journeys. Is this the inevitable path that will define my departure, a solitary echo fading into the vastness of existence?
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Leonard Cohen - Puppets (Official Video)
Колония имени Горького | کولونی گورکی
Leonard Cohen - Puppets (Official Video)
Puppet flower, puppet stem
Puppet time dismantles them
Puppet time dismantles them
متاسفم عزیزانم. ببخشید که متحمل استفراغ احساساتم شدید. درامای بیخود درست کردم. ممنونم به خاطر مهرواژه های تک تک تون و از اونایی که جوابشون رو ندادم عذر میخوام
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