Marta

metamorphesque:

  ― Billy-Ray Belcourt, A History of My Brief Body

[text ID: To love someone is firstly to confess: I’m prepared to be devastated by you.]

thewildetyme:

i love the rain. especially when it starts early in the morning. i love looking out to see a gloomy sky, i love the slight breeze as you open your window, i love the sound it makes as it touches the surface. i’ve come to appreciate life more every time it rains.

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

lastkissmp3-deactivated20220417:

Where do you see yourself in ten years?