"my child is fine"
Your child literally reads smut with a straight face while eating breakfast like it's the morning paper.
The feminine urge to fall for guys who either don't know that I exist or who do not exist at all
“You will not recognize me. This time, I put my pieces back differently.”
— Malia Makana, Like Differently Love
I was a gifted child. Until I wasn't. I was the golden girl. Until I couldn't burn anymore.
My parents expected me to build wings of gold and fly further than anyone could ever try. I don't blame them, having a child to raise is like sculpting a clay pot, you can shape it the way you like, paint it the colour you fancy. To raise a child is to play God. To raise a child is to be God.
But to be a child is to fall, to make mistakes, to fail. The thing about being too bright at an early age means you burn out by the time you're 16 and suddenly the world around you becomes more gray and terribly, terribly lonely. The fire is never warm enough, nothing is ever enough. And one day you find yourself begging to a godless sky, begging for a new spark.
I was a gifted child once. I was the golden girl. And one day, I burned out.
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire
so you’re telling me that i’m supposed to be finding love in a generation where nobody says things like “you’ve bewitched me, body and soul” ??!?!?!??
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
“Stop thinking that other people are going to come and save you. You gotta save yourself.”
— Rae Earl
if scoups has 1 million fans i’m one of them. If scoups has 10 fans i’m one of them. If scoups has only one fan, it’s me. If scoups has no fans, i’m dead. If the world is against scoups, i am against the world.
does anyone else just absolutely crave the gray, gloomy autumn weather where the sky is overcast and the air feels like rain, where you can sit in your windowsill with a cup of hot tea and candles burning, and the deep gray of the sky contrasts with the fiery orange and bright yellows of the trees? where the air smells like wet leaves and it's cool outside, you can put on your favorite sweater and go for a walk in the light misting rain?
because i sure do.
i crave this shit!! and it's only july
its always "youre cute" and never "you have betwitched me body and soul and i love, love, love you."
