derangedrhythms:

I am old and full of ghosts. 

Rita Mae Reese, Death Poems: A Disinformation Anthology; from ‘The Sin-Eater’, ed. Russ Kick

eli-zab3th:

head not empty, head full of countless scenarios that will never happen

fawngirlfemme:

i mean this completely seriously but… a cup of coffee can save your life a little, a shower can save your life a little, making your favorite meal can save your life a little…….little things actually add up to really big things in the long run if you let them, the secret to surviving everyday is infusing a little bit of magic into the mundane i truly believe that

kosmogrl:

dlwrish:

want sb to talk like this about me

dlwrish:

ritikajyala:

Love didn’t ask to come in, Love sat at my dinner table without permission.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned

(read full excerpt here)

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