Cute

Pure eyes, blue like a glassy head, آپ are always looking at me, and I am always looking at you. Ah, you're too meek - beautiful, unspoiled: thus I'm so sad, I suffer - and so happy, it hurts - I want to hurt you. And destroy myself. What would آپ think, if آپ knew how I felt - would آپ simply smile, not saying a word? Even curses from your mouth would be beautiful as pearls. I place my left hand on your face as though we were to kiss. Then I suddenly shove my thumb deep into your eye-socket. Abruptly, decisively, like drilling a hole. And what would it feel like? Like jelly? Trembling...

Last night I lay in بستر looking up at the stars in the sky and I thought to myself, where the heck is the ceiling.


The only reason people get lost in thought is because it's unfamiliar territory.


The average woman would rather have beauty than brains, because the average man can see better than he can think.


Everyone is entitled to their own opinion. It's just that yours is stupid.


There are no stupid questions, just stupid people.


"Flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss." - Douglas Adams


The road to success is always under construction.


When I die, I want to go peacefully...