disaster

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[harshitabhatia]

how the hell do you go and ask for closure when there was never really anything to close in the first place?

[harshitabhatia]

and what do i want? christ, what do i want? it's you, isn't it? despite all the pain, all the hurt, i'm still standing here, arms open, heart bleeding, wanting you like a goddamn fool.

[harshitabhatia]

'cause who's to say that the future's the only thing that matters? maybe it's the here and now, the fire and the burn, that's worth a damn.

[flowerytale]

Susan Sontag, from “Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1963″

[x3nshit]

one thing i need to start living by is “become the thing that you want” if i want friends who throw themed parties maybe i should start throwing those parties. if i want someone who writes me love letters maybe i should start writing letters for the people i love. if i want to hang out at museums and pretty cafes maybe i should invite my friends to these places. and maybe even then i won’t find the kind of people i want to be around. but then i would have become the exact person i want to be around. and maybe that’s good enough.

[thoughtcascades]

I once joked, "I'm going to be single forever," but I don't think it's a joke anymore.

[ritikajyala]

It's been raining all day. I'm not old yet but I'm not young either- stranded in a limbo of young adult. All my friends are cities away, and I'm wondering who I am. My friends are photos and texts. My friends are video calls on Friday nights, most anyways. My friends are one call away but my bones remember the miles between us, hundreds- even thousands. I'm not old yet, but my shoulders bear the weight of countless goodbyes. I'm not young either. I can place a call but I stare at the rain. I can send a text but I write a stupid poem.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned

[shocooldaikiri-blog]

Do you want to avoid people? Drink water. Not only will you be hydrated, you don’t have to talk to people while drinking water, then later you’ll have to pee, which means you get to avoid people even more

[ritikajyala]

Mother says sadness is meant to be felt, just as happiness is meant to be endured. She tells me to inhale everything around me- every feeling like food to the hungry, every experience like I've been starved for it all my life. Mother burns down the house with feelings that churn in my chest before sleep, shades of red anger and yellow peace, blues full of despair and greens of unimaginable joy.

Mother feeds me sunsets and paints rainbows on the back of my hand as we wait for the storms to reach home, humming with the beats of thunder rolling in heavens and hells around us. Mother tells me to fill myself with life, she tells me to spill wherever I can. Mother burns the house down and every fire is prettier than the one before.

-Ritika Jyala, from Mama Burnt the House Down