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آیا خرید این پرینتر کوچیک‌ها ارزششو داره؟ با توجه به اینکه رنگی هم نیستن.

یه سری متریال اولیه هم دارم. فقط باید دفترچه‌ی مناسب پیدا کنم، و عکس نوشیدنی‌هارو پرینت بگیرم.

داشتم به این فکر میکردم که یه دفترچه‌ی کوچیک بگیرم و تبدیلش کنم به جورنال نوشیدنی. توش در مورد انواع قهوه و چای و حتی دمنوش بنویسم و خوشگلش کنم.

They can remember everything they've ever read, and everyone they've ever loved. Every word, every face, every promise. Their memory is a gift and a wound.

وای مثل همیشه پخت و پز کردی واقعاً لذت بردم.

وای این تموم شد، من در جریانش نبودم.

‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌   📓 𓂃 Your past life record ● The curse you carried: In a past life, you were cursed to love people who were never yours to keep. You gave yourself completely, your time, your words, the coffee you made just the way they liked it, the notebooks filled with things you wanted to tell them. You built entire worlds around people who only visited. You waited by the phone, canceled plans, held onto hope like it was the only thing keeping you alive. And when they left, they always left, you were left holding a book with no ending, a staircase that led nowhere, a version of them that no longer existed. ● The reason it followed you: Because once, you were a scholar in a village swallowed by fog. You fell in love with a traveler who arrived like a story you'd been waiting to read. You shared your books, your coffee, your silence, your soul. You wrote their name in every notebook you owned. You believed they were the one who would finally stay. But the fog that surrounded your village was not just weather, it was a curse that erased memories. One morning, your traveler woke up and didn't recognize you. They looked at you like a stranger, and walked away into the mist without looking back. You spent the rest of your life searching for them in every face, every book, every foggy morning. But they were gone. And you were left with notebooks full of a love that only you remembered. ● What finally broke it: The curse broke the day you stopped writing about people who left. You sat in a coffee shop, a blank notebook in front of you, and for the first time, you wrote your own name on the first page. The spell shattered when you finally whispered: "I am not a story waiting for someone to finish me. I am the one who holds the pen." And the fog outside the window, for the first time, began to clear. ──────────── ● The character your soul became: Title: The Crow Who Collected Forgotten Words Symbol: A crow holding a fountain pen, perched on a stack of worn notebooks ● Personality: They move through the world like a quiet storm. The kind of person who notices when someone's coffee order changes, who remembers the title of a book you mentioned once, who writes down sentences they overhear in cafes. Soft-spoken but their words carry weight. They have a habit of looking at people like they're reading a book they don't want to end. But there's a distance in their eyes, like they're always waiting for the other shoe to drop. Like they've been left so many times that they've stopped believing in permanence. ● Gift: They can remember everything they've ever read, and everyone they've ever loved. Every word, every face, every promise. Their memory is a gift and a wound. ● Weakness: They can't let go. They keep every notebook, every letter, every memory, even the ones that hurt. They're terrified of forgetting because forgetting means it was never real. ● Appearance: Messy black hair that falls into dark, tired eyes. Pale skin that looks like it hasn't seen sun in weeks. Oversized sweaters, a leather bag full of notebooks and pens, and a worn-out copy of a book they've read a hundred times. Fingers always stained with ink. They look like they belong in a foggy library at 3 AM. Always wears glasses. ──────────── ● The truth about their curse: The curse was never that they loved people who left. The curse was believing that if they loved hard enough, people would stay. And the day they learned that staying is a choice, not a reward, they finally closed the book and started a new one.

این خیلی قشنگ و جالب بود.

｡･:*˚:✧｡ 日本語 ｡･:*˚:✧｡ زبان ژاپنی فقط یک سیستم نوشتاری ندارد؛بلکه از سه نوع نوشتار متفاوت تشکیل شده است: Hiragana، Katakana و Kanji. اما چرا ژاپنی‌ها به سه سیستم نوشتاری نیاز دارند؟ هرکدام چه نقشی در زبان دارند و چطور در کنار هم یک جمله را می‌سازند؟ @JapanEaseJP

اینقد خوشحال میشم وقتی یکی میگه وایب بارتی میدم. بله من ریمس کین میکنم، ولی اون پایینا یه بارتی نهفته. و دیده شدنش خوشحالم میکنه.

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مامان جان خریدن کتاب و خوندن کتاب دوتا تفریح متفاوت و جدا از هم هستن💔

کلی کتاب نخونده‌ هم دارم، مامانم هربار شیمم میکنه میگه مگه قبلیارو خوندی؟

جدی اینکه خودتو کنترل کنی و کتاب نخری از سخت ترین کارهای دنیاست.

مامانم هرچی درست میکنه من کش میرم هیهی

برای کسایی که به cotd های من اهمیت میدن، امروز همون رسپی قهوه رو امتحان کردم ولی ایندفعه با مربا/سیروپ انجیر و خیلی بامزه شد.