“from the day i met him, he was never one person, he was a river, he flowed around the people he met. it took me a while to understand there’s only one way to survive a river, be a rock”
things i’ve done that would send a nonchalant person into a coma
مره كتبت كتاب بسبعين صفحه اسمه all the words i kept لشخص اعزه خوفًا عليه لا يجي بباله بيوم تساؤل ماجاوبت عنه