Chaotichandle - SANTA.

- Fernando Pessoa - The Book of Disquiet

ببصلها وكأنها بتتحرك حواليا بالتصوير البطيئ،مش عارفه تبتسم ف الوقت الصح ولا عارفه ترد،مش مركزه معايا اصلا،كدا كده حالتك بتسوء بس عموما وبعيد عن الحاله اللى انتى فيها دى انا كده شايفك احلى وبتحلووى،انتى مش محتاجه لوجود حد بس انا محتاج،وده كفايه بعد ما كلنا كنا بنعتمد عليكى. الوجع اللى بتحسيه من ناحيتى،انا مابقتش موجود اصلا علشان تحسيه،بس روحى موجوده،سامحينى. "بكلم الشمس" حلوه الشمس،صح!

Always Deflect, Never Reflect

Imagine being so deep in denial about your own blunders

That every misstep you take feels like an attack against you,

Rather than a consequence of your own actions.

Every time you do wrong, it’s never your fault;

It’s the fault of those who noticed, those who reacted,

Those who dared to hold you accountable, albeit in a subtle way.

It's the fault of the press for criticizing,

Not the official for his serial corruption

You turn every consequence into a conspiracy,

Every criticism into cruelty,

Never once admitting that the damage began with you.

But reactions are human instinct—

And accountability could be, too, if only you’d accept it.

Every action comes with a reaction—whether you like it or not.

- Yvonne

“Please stop destroying what is left of your heart by constantly thinking about things that have broken you.”

— Unknown

A Midsummer Night's Dream by Gustave Doré (1870)

"Don’t court Loneliness", Tathev Simonyan

Janet Fitch, from her novel titled "White Oleander," originally published in 1999

Tom Adams