Farz. 20. Dubai//India I live to eat, and read. In that order. I also
like to write bad poetry, and find faces in flowers. My bones carry
memories of him, dandelion seeds, and rust. Talk to me and tell me
things. Describe your mother’s beauty. Vent. What is the color of
your eyes? Tell me everything, as long as you promise not to make me
fall in love with you.
