Don’t fall in love with a woman who reads, a woman who feels too much, a woman who writes...Don’t fall in love with an educated, magical, delusional, crazy woman. Don’t fall in love with a woman who thinks, who knows what she knows and also knows how

She said: " There is just too many things you are interested in, and it's a great fact. You have to give yourself time. Be kind to yourself."And it reminded me of the things  "A" told me that day, in more impressive way than

"Time to get drunk!Don't be martyred slaves of Time,Get drunk!Stay drunk!On wine, virtue, poetry, whatever!"C.B

Tales Of Ithiria by Haggard

It's Charchara'ing

The lumineers -sleep on the floor

My eyes bu . Literally.

...But he still doesn't understand "why people think it was a big deal to cycle to Europe"."I did what I had to, I had no money but I had to meet her. I was cycling for love, but never loved cycling. It's simple."The story 

Harmonica was broken.

با بحران کشف جعبه سیگار در کیف مواجهیم.

No reason, but I'm sad.No poems to scratch the itchy wound until it starts bleeding again. I'm just super sad. I'm missing something, that I have never had.

(On the way back from a crime scene, a satanic ritual homocide)- I'd consider myself a realist, all right, but in philosophical terms, I'm what's called a pessimist.+Um, okay.What's that mean?-It means I'm bad at parties.+Let me tell you, you ain't great outside of parties either.-I think human cons...

What now, José?The party’s over,the lights are off,the crowd’s gone,the night’s gone cold,what now, José?what now, you?you without a name,who mocks the others,you who write poetrywho love, protest?what now, José?You have no wife,you have no speechyou have no affection,you can’t drink,you can’t smoke...

اون سگ مست درون، از همه بهتره.

I just put out my cigarette on a marble. P.s: How the f I'm go a answer you?!

اون حقیقت موحش رو حاتمی خوب فهمیده فقط.همه چیزمان باید به همه چیزمان بیاید.

This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless, Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done, Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best, Night, sleep, death and the stars. _W.Whitman_P.s:one of those Jesse Pinkman's "BITCH!"s

I cant sleep. Its been 2 weeks so far. I cant sleep at all.

چه تجسد مضحکیست کسی که کل زندگی اش را چپانده توی دو و نیم چمدان  و اصرار دارد به پشتوانه ی مکالماتی ساده، به دروغ غمش را انکار کند. چقدر تهوع آور! از دولایگی خودم چنان چندشم شد که به یکباره، پر شدم از خستگی همه این روزها. کاش میشد قبل از صدای غرش موتور، مثل ه.روستا زل زد توی دوربین و  گفت: ما همگی م...

گغوناد کلاف سرخ و خیسم را به زور از دستم گرفت و گذاشتش روی میز. لحاف را که میکشید به رویم، گفت:-سرد است. از پرده ی آبی متنفرم.و آمد دراز کشید کنارم. به اندام سرد کبودش، تاب داد و زانوهایش را به پشت زانو هایم، شکمش را به کمرم و سینه اش را به پشت سینه ام چسباند. انگشتان سرد لرزانش را به مال من پیچاند،...