My Music

You shouldn't tie any song to anyone, or one day there won't be any music left for you to listen to. Artists would be sorry that you waste their pieces of art on arseholes. You born here in this world on your own. The music you love should belong to you.

My Place

But there will be certain kind of people, they add more than just names to geographic coordinates, a school becomes home, a hospital becomes secret inside joke, or a hill becomes your source of casting patronus

My Chat Logs 

Do not take your perfect timing inside jokes for granted. Those conversations might stay in your chat logs until the server is down but the joy in the second you generate them won’t happen again, or worse, it might not even be able to be generated again. But I am telling you, they will not only exist in our DM box but stay forever in my piles of good things. 

My Gallery

I want the world to discover you. There should be more people get inspired by your works. There should be more people get struck by your beautiful words. Then they will want to write something for themselves and I will be that first person waiting to harvest all the art that come from the debris of your soul. 

My Organs

Do not let other people tell you that your annoying chronic illness will hold you back from where you want to be. I know you're not functioning quite well but are you gonna let your tired eyes see only your sad neighbourhood? Here or there you are going to suffer it anyway. 

My Confidence

You gave me the greatest gift. You taught me how to read. I occasionally feel like I’m a pirated .mobi with corrupted layout but you put a pencil in my hand to write by myself.