me i’m afraid

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me i’m afraid
I LOVE SNOOPY SO MUCH HES SO CUTE I MEAN JUST LOOK AT HIM AAAAAHH
i am so so so full of love and light i can scream i need people who will care to scream with me
i just watched india cabaret (1985) by mira niar and wow i never thought i would watch a masterpiece like that, the story is so raw and real and sadly it’s timeless too. when rekha talks about three women who goes to yamraj after death (god of death) you can actually see how women were perceived and the level of maturity they had to attain because of their job
how tf am i supposed to grow up and go to college this year. istg it’s too early and stressful makes no sense idek what i want to do
fish backpack
idc i want a fish backpack 🐠🫧
i sometimes go to my mother w my problems (because i don’t learn from my mistakes) then somehow she makes me feel 10x bad and somehow makes it about her. takes skills to develop a talent like that fs.
i need to watch new movies. like creative movies, i want to have the wow wtf did i just watch feeling, i want to feel so swooned by the movie that it makes me feel so deeply connected with art and makes me want to skip on my way to everywhere.
(someone suggest me something like this)
i always feel like i’ve forgotten something :,)
type of shit i’m on tbh
how do i make genuine friendships? like how do i go out and find my people? ive grown up ive actually been growing up for a while now but how do i gather my people? how am i a young go getter who actually doesn’t know anything supposed to find friends to run with and to travel with how am i supposed to meet and hold people?
wtf is tumbler. im going to quit whatever tf i was doing on instagram and exist peacefully here now.
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
I've always wanted to say so much but now I don't know the words anymore so now, I paint.
- me?
“The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its own shame.”
— Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray.
I need to start working with what I have rn and stop fantasizing about a whole ass different reality