an art gallery can never be as unique as you

am your muse ain't I?

[blankdimaag]

Hi, my mom wanted to name me Navya so i go w that name here.

You can call me vamsee (kanha's flute) and my moots call me vanshi (a flute) too. (Tag me w Navya from now on tho)

I am 19, Indian and a female.

I love art, clicking photos, writing poetry, helping people and a lot that idk. This description is a bit cliche but yeah :)

My art goes with the tag #navyasobs

My poetry goes with the tag #navyarants

I forcefully try to sound funny but terribly fail at it. Lol.

I am also exploring the beauties of sanatan dharma. If you have anything related to this I'm up for a talk heh.

My other blog is a moodboard blog where i post of i feel like. Its @vansapphire <3.

Urls- Deckedcards -> jadeandwhite -> navyaisajoke -> horriblehorriblegirl -> gojofanpage -> khaute-da-sar -> ambarsariyaaaa

Seeeeee youuuuuuuuu hereeeeeee <3

[aedilkisikiyaadmein]

[browngirlindilemna-deactivated2]

It's always "i love you" and never "janam janam janam saath chalna yuhi, kasam tumhe kasam aake milne yahi"

[maa-chudao-apni-nhiaarhavps-dea]

tum, mai aur sunset??

[blankdimaag]

nearing towards sunset from plane (ps- my first ever flight)

[wojosubahjaldinahiuthti]

my love language is saying to someone 'sojao' kyonki chahe khud ka sleep schedule kitna hi bekar kyon na ho, meri jaan ko time pe sona chahiye

[iwannakill-deactivated20240616]

Soojaa please

[bandarrrrr]

Kya matlab tumhara lover night owl aur football addict hai.........4-4 bje tak jag kar match dekhna uske liye therapy hai.

[khalnaayika-deactivated20231031]

kya most ladke night owls and football lovers hote hain jo 4 baje tak match dekhte hain? Because that's literally my ex amd also I have a 4 baje tak jag kar match dekhna memory from this year's wc

[bandarrrrr]

Joo 4 bje soone Jaa rha hai vo to match hi dekh rha hoga

[wojosubahjaldinahiuthti]

world cup mein toh 4 baje kya, 6 baje bhi chalta hai, maine 2018 wale world cup mein subah ke 3.30 baje wale matches bhi dekhe hain 😭

[bandarrrrr]

Bhai football k liye hi jagte hai mostly ladke, there is rarely other reason then sports

[wojosubahjaldinahiuthti]

football ke liye toh jagna banta hai 🫶🏻💪🏼

[wojosubahjaldinahiuthti]

there are hugs and then there are lag-jaa-gale-ki-phir-ye-haseen-raat-ho-na-ho hugs

[wojosubahjaldinahiuthti]

hey with the intention of writing your name in my mehandi and then asking you to find it

[ritikajyala]

As a child, I was always searching for the meaning of it all, the big Why; and my father always said that there is no one big purpose but I had the most ripe orange today and kissed my cat goodnight, I think that's enough purpose for a day.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned

[midsummerkissess]

a "look babe, i finished a new book" gf and a "tell me all about it" bf

[loureedswampconcert-deactivated]

“i’m very fond of walking.” “yes. yes, i know.” people DIED.

[20o1-deactivated20240129-deacti]

someone being patient with you is one of the softest forms of love

[nothingbutloveforyou]

the fact that laughter is contagious is so beautiful to me. like oh that made you smile? that made you happy? well then, i have no choice but to be happy with you!

[iamcon-fu-sion]

if i set my teeth into the flesh of your arm and rest there know that i do not mean to tear it away only to latch myself onto you in some more permanent way

i feel your blood on my tongue but do not fear the hunger in my eyes i am a wild thing at best and my love is a violent guest

[deadlypoetacademia]

handwritten letters, old libraries, vintage aesthetic, neck kisses, coffee shops, rainy days, annotated books, unorganised bookshelf, fictional crushes, sleep deprived eyes, love poems for moon

[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

[thoughtcascades]

I love asking 7 different people for advice then do what i want

[fairydrowning]

"You know, love doesn't mean "l never want you to change." But I don't think it means "I don't care if you change" either. So I suppose it might mean, "I believe that you'll always be the person I adore." A declaration of faith, perhaps."

– Sayaka Saeki, やがて君になる (Bloom into You), Via "freckled-lili" on Tumblr