stuck inside nostalgia...

aidashakur:

When love visits you again… may it be genuine, safe, reassuring, and secure.

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pistil-whipped:

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ritikajyala:

There’ll be a moment when you realise you’re 27 when yesterday you were just 17; and you wouldn’t be able to tell how a decade passed away and your life got divided into before and afters. The fury of youth will subdue and nothing will really change but everything will feel different when you look at old photographs and blurry videos taken on cheap mobile phones. Scents will remind you of childhood and certain friends you don’t talk to anymore, hangouts will become reunions and mom’s burnt pie will become the best food you ever had. And I know on some days you won’t be able to show anything of those 10 years but I hope you remember to breathe, and let go of the knot in your chest. I hope you go out in the sun and live a little, because tomorrow is 37.

Edit- I added the visualizer for this piece on my YT, check it out here

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned

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narcotic:

“I wish we can just stop missing the people who hurt us.”

— 3 am thoughts (via suspend)

grifalinas:

I don’t know if anyone needs to hear this but “we all respond to trauma in different ways, not just pretty palatable ways” and “we are accountable for our own actions, even actions born from trauma” are not contradictory statements

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lustformcgrath:

wannacuppatealuv:

Still trying to come to terms with the fact I’ll never be a librarian who can speak a dead language and be recruited by a ruggish but handsome explorer for a quest to lift the curse and save the world

because of the pandemic travel restrictions?

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difficult:

“I hate waking up with you on my mind and not in my bed.”

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foxinng:

do you ever see someone’s lips and just

ugh

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