Fly To Your City, Stab You And Then Leave Without A Trace

Send me recs of your favourite soul crushing poems

I am done with songs you better dedicate me a gazal now

Some pages from my book of pressed flowers

“To read someone’s soul. And to feel it. It would be impossible to hide. It will start something. The understanding of someone. It always starts something. Even if just a correspondence… So. I do tell you. It’s obvious to know when someone feels you. Something always happens.”

— Mohammed Zarir, from a letter to T.M. (2020)

Can't get over this paragraph

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dostoevsky was right

on suffering, on love, on how deeply alone we are in our wanting to be understood

this one’s personal, i had to write it to breathe again. maybe it’ll help u exhale too

Love isn't it for me but war is you bet I can kill people just because I am tired of hearing how soft and selfless I am

If hugs could heal I will give you thousands and more every time with a comfy rub on your back. I will say I am proud of you and not because of your achievements but because of the type person you are. The smile you could bring to my face and how you lit up my whole world just by existing. If hugs could heal I would have never let you go pulled you closer snuggled a lil more even If it means I will hurt forever.