A year or two ago, it would have been hard, maybe even impossible to fathom how completely fucked up life would become. But at the same time, it’s just as hard to comprehend all the good that’s happened and how well I’m holding up through it all. So, I’d say it’s all good.
@_whimsicalbear As an iranian, im gonna leave a message in persian,
مادرجنده کیری گوه خوردی خوشحال نیستی
ریدی به خودت بحثش جداست منم یکی دو جا ریدم به خودم🥰 ولی بکیرم بزار بمیرم و بکیرم ولی زیر دلار ۸۲۷۲۶۳۶۲۶۶۲۶۲ تومنی بی هیچ امیدی به هیچ چیزی توی زندگیم مادرم گاییده نشه، ننه جنده رانتی.
کنن که پهلوی مناسب نیست و نباید بیاد (ایرانی جنده گوه خوردی فکر میکنی انتخاب داری احمق کور پول پدر و رانت خور) و یکسری زوال عقلی دیگه که اتفاقاتی که داره رخ میدرو "جنبش خودشون نمیدونن" چون از جنس مرد سالاریه (این حرف من زن مرد نداره لطفا جنسیتیش نکنید)
I think that the version of me that exists in this universe, is very much a subject to the thoughts of the many other versions of me in other universes.
life has been really showing me its unexpected nature in full force in big 2025.
In some other universe, there exists a version of me who has become a writer. Not a succesful or recognized one, just one that thinks too much and expresses his view on things.
I think about him, and try to pay homage to him by writing something myself sometimes.