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— Clarice Lispector, from Why This World: A Biography of Clarice Lispector
“Maybe you’ve met the right person, but you’re just not ready to fall in love.”
— Unknown
the biggest lesson im learning is that nothing is as extreme or as permanent as our emotions convince us they are. nothing is certain and things are always fluctuating and there are always exceptions and there are always mistakes. there is always pain and there is always love. everything is a delicate touch away from changing
normalize to distance yourself once you feel unwanted.
little miss obsessed with love because she has never properly experienced it and still believes in the idealized version that she created in her mind
People with childhood trauma often don’t feel like adults because they’ve been functioning like one from such a young age.
I want to be a mysterious girl with a private online presence but I also need to tell everybody I cried at the DMV
“All a girl really wants is for one guy to prove to her that they are not all the same.”
— Marilyn Monroe
𝙰𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝟷𝟻, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶 -𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹
[ID: August 15. Wasted day. Spent sleeping and lying down. END ID]
august is like the sunday night of summer
“So often, a visit to a bookshop has cheered me, and reminded me that there are good things in the world.” ― Vincent van Gogh.
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
“Just because you’re used to it, doesn’t mean it’s okay”
— Unknown