sad flower in the sand

coffee. literature. movies.

[cainsgibsongirl-deactivated2025]

thinking abt couples kissing in front of klimt's kiss

[cainsgibsongirl-deactivated2025]

[femalepope]

2023

SPEND AS MUCH TIME OUTDOORS AS HUMANELY POSSIBLE

THROW YOUR PHONE IN A LAKE

WRITE HANDWRITTEN LETTERS TO YOUR FRIENDS

EXTRACT MEANING FROM YOUR DREAMS

PRACTICE SERENITY

CULTIVATE GOOD POSTURE

WEEP PROFUSELY

DO THE DISHES AS SOON AS YOU'RE FINISHED EATING

LEARN TO WHISTLE

WEAR PERFUME

[wedarkacademia]

[iownithere]

[museiums]

artist: holly warburton

[cynthia-viv-deactivated20240204]

All they were–all they had ever been–was a pair of sunflowers who each believed the others was the sun .

Micah Nemerever, These Violent Delights

Credit: essaisms

[redwing]

girls start bands to make bangers and have fun. boys start bands because theyre scared of the word “bisexual” and to get into intense psychosexual homoerotic partnerships with their bandmates for a decade plus

[weltenwellen]

Marya Hornbacher, Waiting

[metamorphesque]

quotidian | haley tippmann

[catsbookscoffeeandlove]

𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐳𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝

[optimistic-nihilist]

[dionysian-mystery]

Old habits

[ryebreadgf]

bread is god and friendship is god and the trees are god and the feeling of falling into your bed after a long day is god

[iriseslonging]

“I didn’t read much — watched the sun go down — just a plain yellow sunset and one star came out — I wanted you when the yellow light came in and it was all so quiet — the day had been very windy — just to be quiet by you — while the sky turned from yellow to cold white moonlight —”

— Georgia O’Keeffe, from a letter to Alfred Stieglitz featured in My Faraway One: Selected Letters of Georgia O'Keeffe and Alfred Stieglitz: Volume One, 1915-1933 (via figlip)

[cheruib]

every day i wake up alone in my little creaky beloved bed and I look around with sleepy eyes and realize it’s a “remember, loneliness is still time spent with the world” kind of morning

[lovelyporridge]

why don’t you read a poem about the sunrise written 5 centuries ago and contemplate the fact that we have been writing about the same sun for centuries upon centuries and then maybe you’ll calm down

[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