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Seasons to seasons, I’m still on last winter

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Even here, they ask permission for rain.

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The language of flowers

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خواهم نشست روبروی تو، سطر به سطر، و تو را می‌نویسم، واژه به واژه. تا صفحه پر شود، از تمام آنچه نمی‌توانم بگویم.

I will sit across from you,

line by line, and write you,

word by word.

Until the page is filled,

with all that I cannot say.

Simin Behbahani

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Sweet thing, I watch you

Burn so fast it scares me

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It's always sunny here in the equator

When you travel a lot, the time you spend in a place is fleeting, and there is no space to hold on to it. All you can do is let it change you. And know that once in a while, some smell or taste will take you back completely to something you thought you had forgotten.

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Holding the strongest passport, freedom in my hand, Yet my heart is empty, waiting for my love in Tehran’s land. We’ll run away, find a place where we belong, But even with all this luxury, I can’t buy what I've wanted for so long.

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Timing

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دست از طلب ندارم تا کام من برآید یا تن رسد به جانان یا جان ز تن درآید

I will not cease my pursuit until my wish is fulfilled, Either my body reaches my beloved, or my soul leaves the body.

Saadi Shirazi

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there’s nothing wrong contemplating God under bougainvillea blooms and Andalusian bell towers at sunset

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In this land of broken poems and sun-drenched ruins, where our love was whispered like ancient verses woven into the silk of our letters, each word a pomegranate seed, heavy and red.

He called me eshgham, sent words blooming like wild tulips in a field of faded dreams and gunpowder skies. We held each other through ink and longing, a love carved out in the scent of jasmine and crushed rose petals, hidden between shadows of what could never be.

But one day, he left said I should find someone untouched by war, someone whose hands weren’t stained by the dust of history and fire. How do I unlove a soul that still sings in every wind that sweeps through Tehran’s empty streets? How do I forget the taste of his name on my lips, like saffron dissolving in warm milk at dawn?

I’m still here waiting, with the weight of a thousand nights spent dreaming of what we could have been, dying a little more each day, trapped in the ruins of a love that can’t leave but can’t stay, either. I wait for him like rain in the heart of the desert, like the last notes of an old tar song, playing softly in the hush of a dim-lit courtyard.

We are like hafez’s forbidden verses a firefly caught in a world that demands darkness. I’m still here, burning quietly, writing his name on every corner of my heart, like stars above Persepolis, like a love that refuses to vanish even under a sky that’s always on the verge of breaking.

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i have a sylvia plath poem inscribed on my uterus

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lost in obsidian eyes,

driving down Vali Asr at midnight

was loving you ever enough?

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Darbareye Elly  (درباره الی) ★★★★★

One of the best films I’ve seen in a while.

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About me:

28, girl, Scorpio, sugar-coated trouble ⁽ ˘ ˑ ˘ ⁾ a love for cigarette smoke on leather, fast cars, slow love

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