justwistedreams

idk anymore

[julaibib]

Sometimes Allah allows you to meet someone who teaches you with the gentleness of their actions what you cannot find in books and shows you with the sincerity of their companionship the meaning of loyalty and purity and forces you to make dua for them, wishing them good, all good and nothing but good. May Allah be pleased with them.

[justwistedreams]

Days pass

the sound of traffic

never receding,

yet the whispers of

the mind change,

the shattering of another heart

echoing in every other season.

Silvers and Golds

burn and bend.

Irons and coppers

corrode and erode.

Bricks and cement

crumble to dust.

Dust and crumbles

shape into cement and bricks.

The skies

never stop

splattering gradients,

stroking it's brushes.

The clouds

never stop

travelling, backpacking from the ground.

The Sun melts

into liquid gold

and back to red hot iron.

The Moon breaks

into shards of graphite

and back to glistening steel.

Every wrinkle on our skin,

bringing us closer

to being inhaled by the ground

and infused with the stars.

-justwistedreams

[justwistedreams]

[elettralightwood-deactivated202]

CITY OF GLASS LITJOY EDITION

Illustrations + Cassie’s notes pt.1 (open the images to read the full notes)

On the outside we have the Angelic rune on the front and Clary and Jonathan on the back

On the inside there’s an illustration of Alicante

And then we have the two illustrations inside the book:

Clary and Jace seeing Ithuriel at the Wayland manor

Raziel killing Valentine (savage💀)

[the artists of the illustrations are @carloseqo @gonzalom.art @sophia_volovik @jjcanvas_art ]

Some interesting notes

Tagging some people who might be interested but pls tell me if you want to keep being tagged or not thank you <3 @ahanahahaha @gayforcarstairsgirls @ninacarstairss @i-deia @totalbookmaniac @sociallyineptbibliophile @noah-herondale-lightwood @raziyekroos @i-am-a-really-good-lawyer @romas-dorogaya @vierss-05 @onetimetwotimesthreetimess

[justwistedreams]

Seeing you drift away

My heart doesn't know

which is more painful

Seeing you drift away from life,

seeing you die,

in my arms,

or,

seeing you drift away from me,

seeing you live,

in someone else's arms.

It cannot

take so much pain,

losing you.

-justwistedreams

[ritikajyala]

My brother cracked my rib one morning and gave me half of his orange in the evening.

I remember being younger and sometimes wishing to be a single child, to have all the attention and gifts and time but when he was away from home for the first time, I remember crying and stroking his side of the sofa as if blurting out my first wish- for him to be home, without thinking twice, without a shadow of doubt. Even the genie cried. Growing up with a sibling is like being the only people on a stranded boat, constantly figuring out how you can live with them and questioning how you could ever live without them.

One evening, in a fit of anger, I told him how I never wanted him to be my brother and he yelled that he didn't ask for it either. The air smelled like kerosene and my chest was filled with arsenic. I was raging and threw his favorite toy aeroplane down the window, 7 stories of guilt and shame. He cried all night and I wanted to cut off my right hand, the hand that hurt my baby brother. I didn't know if he was ever going to forgive me or even talk to me. The next morning at breakfast, he didn't look at me or say a word, I felt like my chest was about to explode and guilt clouded my vision. But then, I felt a hand quietly holding half of an orange my way.

The only people on a stranded boat. How do you live with them? How could you ever live without them?

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

[wanderingworlds]

White Paper Mirrors

Every carbon deposited by my pencil

Was once flowing through my veins

Every metaphor I articulate

Is a map to real pain

Every word I write upon my page

Adds particulates of me

Turns the pages white to grey

Erases objectivity

Can you write what you don’t know?

Can our pencils carve pain on their own?

Can I escape reality

If my worlds still all embody me?

We’ve all breathed in acid

Then forgotten the taste

If you put pencil to paper

You’ll remember the pain

-WanderingWorlds

[justwistedreams]

Damn wow