This poem of mine 🌊🥀🪐

How do I do a #artvsartist when I don't draw...?

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اشتباه نکن ما دوستاش نیستیم بلکه همه به سرپرستی گرفتیمش

AKHEY YUKO!
ofcourse we'll congratulate you 😉❤️

24 farvardin❤️
Vali to dadashami sad darsad tabrik migi🫶🏻✨

بگو تولدت کیهههه
ما اینجا دوستاتیم بهت تبریک بگیم

قلب ماییی

Ey kash manam doostayi mesl to dashtam intori behem tavalod mobarak began💔

عه اقاهه تولدت مبارک
خوشحالم ک هنرمندی مثل تو، تو کشورمون و تو نسل خودمون داریم
ایشالا تور های جهانیت بیایم بگیم ما از تلگرام باهات بودیما

مرسی از تووو😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️

تولدت مبارک پسررررر🎉
خواستم بگم جزو «زنده» ترین  آدم هایی هستی که میشناسم، و دنیا بهت نیاز داره.
ممنون که هستی:))

❤️❤️❤️

Some people arrive into the world quietly,
as if they are not meant for noise but for meaning.
You are one of those people.

Sixteen is not an answer.
It is a threshold.
A place where the past still breathes close behind you
and the future waits unfinished, uncertain,
but possible in ways you cannot yet imagine.
You have already lived more than many people twice your age,
and still, somehow, you remained soft where others grow sharp.
That alone tells me who you are.

There is music in you
not only in the way your fingers understand guitar strings
or how the piano listens when you touch it,
but in how you move through the world.
You carry rhythm where there could have been silence.
You carry care where bitterness might have settled.

I think often about our first real moment of understanding
“wanna Pepsi and music?”
Words so simple, almost careless.
And then, before the sadness even finished forming its reply,
you were there
right beside me,
Pepsi in hand,
as if kindness didn’t need announcements,
only timing.
That is the kind of presence few people have:
the instinct to show up
instead of merely speaking about it.

Once, I told you I wished more people like you existed.
You laughed and said we’re like an underground facility.
And I think you were right.
People like you don’t live loudly above ground.
You survive beneath the surface,
where truth is protected,
where difference is not performed but preserved.
It takes courage to live that way
to choose depth over approval,
to be different in a world that rewards sameness.
Not many people can do that.
You can.
And you already are.

You told me once that you want to be a father someday,
and that you’re afraid
afraid of ruining things,
afraid of repeating a story that hurt you.
I want you to hear this clearly, and remember it when doubt returns:
the fear itself is proof of your goodness.
Those who repeat harm rarely question themselves.
You do.
That means you are already capable of choosing differently.
You are not bound to the past you came from.
You are allowed to become something better,
something gentler,
something that does not break what it loves.

Still, the world is not always kind to people like you.
Not everyone wants good for you.
Not every smile is safe.
Your heart is generous
but it is not meant to be open to everyone.
Protect it.
Let it be earned.
Depth should be shared carefully,
with those who understand how fragile and rare it is.

And know this, without doubt:
if anything ever feels too heavy,
if the world presses too close,
if you need someone to stand beside you
without trying to change who you are
I am here.
Not to fix you.
Not to shape you.
Just here.

Sixteen is not the height of the story.
It is the underground beginning
where roots form before anyone sees the tree,
where strength is built quietly,
where music learns its own voice.

Keep being different.
Keep being kind but wisely.
Keep the courage to become yourself.

The world is better because you exist in it.
Even if it doesn’t always know how to show it yet.

Happy Birthday kiddo🩵

شما هم ویس بدینننن
میخوام😭❤️

عررررر
مرسییی

کمک
دارم به دویست نفر هم زمان جواب میدم وایسیننن

😭😭😂😂❤️❤️❤️

سلام لزبین مورد علاقم تولدت مبارک
امیدوارم سال خوبی برات باشه یه عالمه خوشبگذرونی نازنازی