J/R

Singapore

[lehooes]

source

[rocy5]

[thatkindofwoman]

“We don’t realize what a privilege it is to grow old with someone.”

— Cecelia Ahern 

[ana-elisabeta]

[arearchive]

Sam Youkilis's SOMEWHERE

[birdasaurus]

Laura Lombardi

[wnq-writers]

I think it’s one thing to be born a pessimist and have heartbreaking experiences that confirm your doubts.

I think it’s a second thing to be born a realist and have heartbreaking experiences that hurt, but not in ways that aren’t foreseen.

I think the it’s a much different thing to be born an optimist and to have heartbreaking experiences that tear down your hope and alter your expectations.

I think the pessimist comes out, not much different, but with better understanding of the world and its cruel sentences.

I think the realist comes out a little different, with cosmic changes in strength and compassion.

I think the optimist, most of the time, is broken into an entirely new human being.

[kokuritsu-keikai-kuiki-blog]

Nature派

赤い月

Blood Moon

Shinjuku, Tokyo, Japan

[bloomishere]

[leirelatent]

[genterie]

Photo by Rico Reinhold (@rico.reinhold)

[caseyoliviablog]

// be not afraid of growing slowly, be afraid only of standing still

[lehooes]

source

[89cats]

(by toits_de_paris)

[this-is-good-bye]

[santanabellas]

[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