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M; ♀, INFP | aro ace | technically an adult | smol soft idiot | sims 4 player | k-pop | soft boi enthusiast | living for the aesthetics | used to make gifs years ago but not anymore, sorry | bad at replying tagging games but feel free to tag me anyway

[bakwaaas]

it really does affect you for the rest of your life huh

[persianmom-deactivated20251026]

not to be dramatic but sometimes i feel like i don't belong anywhere on this earth like maybe all there is for me is perpetual loneliness + constant desire to go back to a place that doesn’t exist anymore

[rylandsgrace]

SABRINA CARPENTER

By Brianna Capozzi for Interview Magazine (September 2025)

[rosieandthemoon]

nails by dysto.pia_

[thoughtcascades]

every time i get close to someone i feel like a stray dog trying to live in a house. like i don’t know where to put my body or how loud i’m allowed to be.

[remanence-of-love]

[remanence-of-love]

[thoughtkick]

“I wonder how much of what weighs me down is not mine to carry.”

— Unknown

[thepersonalquotes]

[thepersonalquotes]

[5555ilenthill]

[juliamstarr]

[landsccape]

[icouldusesomehappy]

@stardustweare88 @foxboot

[virginsuicideblonde]

[marography]

“The afternoon flew by — quiet, unnoticed. The book slipped out of my hands, and I looked around the room — how many hours had passed? two, or three? — the room basked in the warmth of the summer sun. It, most certainly, was past four...”

[shakespearesdaughters]

[ritikajyala]

I lost my best friend 3 years ago- not lost as in dead but lost as in we only text each other on our birthdays now. Movies and books don't tell you that a friendship dying is like the sinking of a ship, you try to get higher and higher and hold onto the rails and unanswered texts, the captain tries to steer it to safety and salvage pieces of two broken hearts until you're left with memories of what once was. We were friends for a decade and knew each other's diaries by heart, I still remember her phone number and the way she took her coffee. Seeing her in streets is like breathing in a scent you forgot you knew but it immediately takes you back to a summer in '07.

Movies and books also don't tell you that friendships don't just end after one fight or incident, it's like the rusting of a bridge, the slow decay of flesh and bones and secrets. It took weeks, months- until one day I woke up and I realized I hadn't thought of her in a while. And I wrote a poem that day and I titled it 'The dying of a best friend' and I put all my love for her in a tiny box with my half of the matching pendant of a dolphin we had and stored them in a corner of my heart under the heading Grief. Where else can one hide unspent love?

It's been 3 years since I lost my best friend, lost as in I still carry our secrets in a tiny box but we only text each other on our birthdays.

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