hani

[margonika00]

💀How to recognize Kira. Matsuda was watching all this on Sakura TV.

🤲Dirty hands, ink stains.

👁️👁 strange red eyes.

📸 The photo shows a vague silhouette in the background. There may also be dark spots.

3/4

[zombie-flesh-eaters]

'ᴄʟɪɴᴛ ᴇᴀꜱᴛᴡᴏᴏᴅ' ꜱᴛᴏʀʏʙᴏᴀʀᴅꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ 20ᴛʜ ᴀɴɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴀʀʏ ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀ ᴅᴇʟᴜxᴇ ʙᴏxꜱᴇᴛ ᴏꜰ ɢᴏʀɪʟʟᴀᴢ'ꜱ ᴅᴇʙᴜᴛ ᴀʟʙᴜᴍ ʙᴏᴏᴋʟᴇᴛ

[ritikajyala]

I lost my best friend 3 years ago- not lost as in dead but lost as in we only text each other on our birthdays now. Movies and books don't tell you that a friendship dying is like the sinking of a ship, you try to get higher and higher and hold onto the rails and unanswered texts, the captain tries to steer it to safety and salvage pieces of two broken hearts until you're left with memories of what once was. We were friends for a decade and knew each other's diaries by heart, I still remember her phone number and the way she took her coffee. Seeing her in streets is like breathing in a scent you forgot you knew but it immediately takes you back to a summer in '07.

Movies and books also don't tell you that friendships don't just end after one fight or incident, it's like the rusting of a bridge, the slow decay of flesh and bones and secrets. It took weeks, months- until one day I woke up and I realized I hadn't thought of her in a while. And I wrote a poem that day and I titled it 'The dying of a best friend' and I put all my love for her in a tiny box with my half of the matching pendant of a dolphin we had and stored them in a corner of my heart under the heading Grief. Where else can one hide unspent love?

It's been 3 years since I lost my best friend, lost as in I still carry our secrets in a tiny box but we only text each other on our birthdays.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

Edit: here's the visualizer for this piece

[409citrusdrive]

my dearest,

i don’t want to be loved because i’m interesting — clumsy, full of whimsy, and curiosity

i’ve learned that with such high pedestal i’m being put on, it makes it easier for you that way a distance where you never have to meet me on ground where we disappoint each other and still stay where i am flawed and dull and ugly just like everybody else

would you love me if you had known me? would you love me if you found out that i am just as human as you are?

[maybenotcowboycore]

Before they took Eve out of him, Adam was something both. He was Adam but he was also Eve. “Male and female He created them.” He was both then. Even if it was only one rib of Adam that was Eve, how could Adam have ignored such a part of himself? How could all of womanhood have been stored in one man’s rib and he not notice? He had no concept that she would one day be somebody else. That womanhood was his. His originally. His at the formation of man. A grain of womanhood, inside his chest. A man seeded with a feminine side so powerful it would grow the vast diversity of women. There’s no way he didn’t notice. There’s no way he didn’t see that seed, that rib, as part of who he was. After all, he was made in God’s image then.

When God said “Let us make man in our image,” He made Adam in all his bothness. Adam’s rib was like God’s rib. Adam’s womanhood was like God’s womanhood. Adam’s rib was taken out of him. Did he miss it? Did he feel an emptiness there? Or was seeing it grown into a unique creature of glory all its own so divinely delightful he had no time to mourn his little rib. Did the first man ever miss his bothness? God never took out His own rib. That womanness is still in there. God’s bothness is intact. Where is God’s rib now?

[eesirachs]

why do i desire physical pain, it’s almost holy to me. I feel insane

the first time heaven touches humans is a splitting open of the side, a removal of a rib, sutures and seams that heal unevenly. you miss that

[beelzeebub]

Goncharov (1973) dir. Martin Scorsese

“The greatest mafia movie (n)ever made.”

[titania-saturnine]

Happy anniversary!

[ohdorotheabrooke]

the thing about aftersun to me is that the sadness inherent to the movie is not just that calum inevitably kills himself - it’s that this is their happiest time together and it’s still so flawed and banal and gently wrong. the beds aren’t right. calum doesn’t get up to sing with sophie. she’s is on the cusp of growing up and he’s so wounded he can barely stand. and both these things are unutterable. so they don’t talk about it. and what makes me cry is that calum is drowning in this movie but you can see him try and try and try to bridge that gap between them and when he can’t, it’s sophie that is trying. and the fact that this unsure stage of togetherness between a father and a kid is all they ever got to share is what gets me

[cl3m3ntin3]

[lesbianboyfriend]

it’s rotten work. to me if it’s me.

[knighttofwands]

my mom has seen the phard launch, but at what cost...

[pr0ceeding]

“To live in this world

You must be able to do three things

To love what is mortal;

To hold it

Against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes

To let it go,

To let it go.”

Mary Oliver In Blackwater Woods 1983

[cowpokeprose]

When Adam bit the apple he did it because he trusted Eve. Because he loved her. Adam bit into the apple because the woman he loved told him to, no matter what God said. No matter the rules of heaven. What’s heaven to a woman’s love anyway? What’s God to your wife? The first sins of humanity, were trusting others. Eve trusted a snake, Adam trusted Eve, and I trust you. Maybe that’s a sin, just like the first couple. Maybe everyone’s right about us and we’re sinners and we offend God. But like I said, what’s God to a woman’s love anyway? What has heaven got that I can’t find sitting next to you on a cool autumn morning?

[409citrusdrive]

ajarkan aku menyembah yang salah, dengan hati yang tetap tulus.

di atas altar kasihnya aku diletakkan, berlutut di depanku, disembahnya aku oleh bibirnya. namun mataku, tak pernah setia pada terang. mungkin aku memang diciptakan untuk terbakar, untuk mengira hangat itu berharga.

cermin di kamar bertepuk tangan setiap malam; aku menunduk, lalu kembali menatap bajingan egois itu, yang menyamar sebagai orang yang belajar mencintai. berapa banyak lagi bagian diriku yang harus hilang, demi tetap dicintai?

[eesirachs]

faith feels like this. like the first and last feeling you’ll have

[creepygirlsnuff67]

[409citrusdrive]

from my private twitter