zhin zhin

melancholic !

[zhinzhinsstuff]

the sickest girl in town is a lucky star.

[mournfulroses]

Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959

[venusimleder]

Enfants Riches Deprimes, 2024.

[literaryvein]

L. V., exhumed writings

[dreamstars]

[poetic-questions]

—Sylvia Plath, "Medusa"

[zhinzhinsstuff]

reMeMber!

[corderitas]

nicole kidman being the happiest after divorcing tom cruise

[zhinzhinsstuff]

Oopsie woopsie, yoohoo!!!

[relatable-memes]

[jueki]

Twinkle 1992 ‘きらきらひかる’ Directed by Joji Matsuoka

[zhinzhinsstuff]

U'll be

U'll be

and ah god, I hope I survive because I really want to.

[pr1ncesslala]

[poetic-questions]

—Sylvia Plath, "The Bell Jar"

[sylviaplathquotes]

“How can you be so many women to so many strange people, oh you strange girl?” - Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[zhinzhinsstuff]

Dear Diary,

I have written so many corrupted pieces of my heart on papers over the past four months. They have been the most painful and horrifying months of my life.

I wanted to write all of them down for u here again, but I can't.

my feelings are too overwhelming, too painful to put into words so I keep them hidden in the secret garden of my phone, holding those notes hostage. every time I read them, I'll remember how strong I am and how I can beat the shit out of life, no matter what.

but I want u to know that those poems and pictures are just as beautiful as they are painful. so don't think I was hollow during these four months of absence.

I was alive.

I was full of the will to live, full of feelings like anger and sadness, and I felt everything in my bones.

I was living a bittersweet life.

I felt it all because I was alive.

I was living,

even though I was in hell, and I still am.

[zhinzhinsstuff]

I don't know how this story is going to end but if I've learned one thing from being a fucking Iranian, it's how to survive and fight like a warrior.

fuck IR

[flickrat]

(:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:☆:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)

[weltenwellen]

Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that―I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much―so very much to learn―

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath