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for old times sake is actually such a heartbreaking and beautiful sentiment. letās do it for the love that used to be here!! it is reason enough!!
actually, growing up is feeling like i turned sixteen two days ago. iāve been eighteen for years. fifteen year olds seem so young. wasnāt i fifteen just a few weeks ago? all my friends and i are still twelve. iām closer to thirty than to being a baby. i never got to be a kid. i never grew past eight. i canāt talk to my mom. i want to sit in her lap forever. i want to decide everything for myself. i need someone to tell me exactly what to do. the week is going by so slow. an entire year has passed.
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
Illustration by Henriette Willebeek le Mair
Lydia Garnett: Arthur, Marie, Silver and Akshay, 2021
The Corner of the Villa, Edward Poynter, 1889
La Vie En Rose
this lesbian love note in a thrifted book has overcome me like it really is all about love it has always been and will always be
girl im glad we met and that our stories are tied together for the whole rest of eternity thank you for being part of my story you epic legend
i hate having a mental illness that manifests physically. itās humiliating, it completely prevents me from ever escaping it, whenever i see an old picture of a sweet memory the only thing i can see is my weight and if iām bigger or smaller now.
iām tired. im so tired. i feel like iām too old for this, i feel like i should have outgrown it, but it wonāt leave. no matter how much i grow and heal and change it always comes back. iām tired. i donāt want to do this anymore.
Callista Buchen, āTaking Careā // Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar // Nuala Archer, āRockingā // Michelle K, āI Know I Deserve Moreā