the dalliances

As different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire

[oldfarmhousefallfeatures]

https://www.instagram.com/rockyhedgefarm/

[juncst]

[frenchsiren]

[ID: A white piece of paper on which is written: I’m down in the garden. I love you. Here’s coffee.]

[leirelatent]

“Castle Hill” Ruggle, Ohio. Built in 1878

[melomancy]

kate bush during a performance of “wuthering heights” (1978)

[wetgeliscasualinterval]

Mia Farrow in “Secret Ceremony” (1968) by Joseph Losey

[quotemadness]

“Everybody I ever loved, I still love a little.”

— Marilyn Monroe

[quotemadness]

“She’s never where she is. She’s only inside her head.”

— Janet Fitch

[highjinks]

I’m getting a migraine near midnight. Yikes.

I read the r/unsentletters a lot, and it’s interesting to see just how much longing there is among us all. It’s part of the human condition. The longing. The nostalgia. The ache. There’s those writing the letters and then there’s those who look for a letter meant for them. It’s all a form of a desire; we are all searching for the sign we wish for secretly at the red lights and in the line at the grocery store. Just a letter. A phrase. A reply. A reminder specifically for us of who we once were at our most beautiful and free, at our most loved.

[bienenkiste]

Ph. Cho Gi-Seok

[twoweeks]

https://www.instagram.com/p/CJZvAHjBfue

[enchantedbook]

Girl with Bear by Graham Franciose

[horrorandhalloween]

[queenmoriarty]

get in loser we’re gonna admire moss and mushrooms in the forest

[seaoflove]

https://evelionheart.medium.com/on-the-intimacy-of-the-mundane-863f9efb3c39

[stygianroses]

[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

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