glossyhobi

you don’t gotta worry about a thing ♡

[glossyhobi]

08.05.20

went for a walk today, reminded that there’s a whole world out there beyond the 4 walls of my bedroom and some of it is actually beautiful

[please do not use/repost! okay to reblog ♥️]

[softhe4rted]

self-compassion: an antidote to shame mb

[loveridden1999]

doing things at the right age is literally a made up concept. you can start/pursue anything at any age. btw.

[loveridden1999]

remember remember

[strokeofserenity]

A Waltz for Zizi , "Letter to November"

[crimsolyn]

I think the purest form of love is just wanting someone to notice life with you. "taste this. look at that. hear this song." again and again. until you can't imagine noticing life without them.

[ashberrrry]

I respect the moon's unwillingness to be photographed on a phone

[mournfulroses]

William Morris, from a poem titled "September," featured in Poems by the Way, originally published in 1891

[poetryforall]

[poetryforall]

[velartis]

Franz Kafka, 1912

[glossyhobi]

18.06.25 —summer is here & so is my renewed love for life!!!

[glossyhobi]

“That’s life. You’re always making decisions, taking paths that lead you away from the rest before you can see where they end. Maybe that’s why we as a species love stories so much. All those chances for do-overs, opportunities to live the lives we’ll never have.”

—Emily Henry, Book Lovers

[emiebie]

[yorickish-deactivated20250521]

the last couple of days I've been noticing way more buds than usual on the branches of trees and bushes. I think something big is about to happen

[kawareo]

Art snobs are actually a thousand times less annoying than people who respond to everything with "it's not that deep bro"

[glossyhobi]

23.02.25—life lately, making time for friends, for books & for journaling

[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