My name is Sahar. Currently 17 years old, born on April 5 of 1996.
Life is an institution of which I will always be a student.
I tend to chew my words in apprehension of insincerity.
Ambition which goes through the roof without any self motivation makes for a miserable situation. Sadly, this is what my own hand has dealt me.
I’m a realistic idealist if that makes any sense.
“Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of himself.” - Leo Tolstoy
My favorite color is white because it’s full of possibilities.
Why wait for someone to hand you flowers when you could grow your own magnificent garden.
n. a kind of psychological exoskeleton that can protect you from pain and contain your anxieties, but always ends up cracking under pressure or hollowed out by time—and will keep growing back again and again, until you develop a more sophisticated emotional structure, held up by a strong and flexible spine, built less like a fortress than a cluster of treehouses. (creds)