[reexrco-deactivated20251211]

[soracities]

Angela Carter, The Magic Toyshop

[Text ID: “October, crisp, misty, golden October, when the light is sweet and heavy.”]

[iseo58]

Aylar Abdiyeva Courtyard, Morocco

[unbotheredmuse]

[twospringflowers]

[jaksamjaitocedameubije]

[catchymemes]

[anxietyproblem]

[daily-spooky]

[a-lovely-autumn]

every season is spooky season

[weltenwellen]

Catherine Gildiner, Good Morning, Monster: Five Heroic Journeys to Emotional Recovery

[feefal]

Umm why would I wear my glasses?? So that I can accidentally make eye contact with ppl I vaguely know in public? No thx i prefer the blur

[brbljivica]

“i have never known anything more quietly loud than anxiety”

—

Rupi Kaur - Home body  

[fxlthyangxl-deactivated20240122]

[ritikajyala]

I was a gifted child. Until I wasn't. I was the golden girl. Until I couldn't burn anymore.

My parents expected me to build wings of gold and fly further than anyone could ever try. I don't blame them, having a child to raise is like sculpting a clay pot, you can shape it the way you like, paint it the colour you fancy. To raise a child is to play God. To raise a child is to be God.

But to be a child is to fall, to make mistakes, to fail. The thing about being too bright at an early age means you burn out by the time you're 16 and suddenly the world around you becomes more gray and terribly, terribly lonely. The fire is never warm enough, nothing is ever enough. And one day you find yourself begging to a godless sky, begging for a new spark.

I was a gifted child once. I was the golden girl. And one day, I burned out.

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

[heavyrain-dc]

“I’m not everything I want to be but I’m more than I was, and I’m still learning”

— Charlotte Erikkson

[redrola]

[heavyrain-dc]

“Promise me not to hide yourself when you’re in pain, it’s unfair that we laughed together but you cried alone”

— Unknown