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welcome to my secret fantasy world

[coldcoffeecigar]

-Debasmita, @coldcoffeecigar

[spaceandweed]

[nicolaporter-blog-deactivated20]

[sustancy]

[poeticreject]

Sometimes I wish my name sounded as melodic as hers does when it comes out of your lips...

[yungdonr]

Extra heavy on the “Be safe” and “I love you” because life is so short fr

[emilialua1]

[thesexypanda-boo]

girlie you can't give up you don't have the mansion with a secret library yet

[thewildetyme]

“I don't want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise.

[unbotheredmuse]

[myopressivedepression]

[modern-wilde]

You can decorate absence however you want- but you're still gonna feel what’s missing.

- Siobhan Vivian

[daughterofliterature-deactivate]

“How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.”

—Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

(The photos aren’t mine. credit to owner.)

[ritikajyala]

Last night, I told my mother "I wish I was dead" in a fit of rage and winter clouded her eyes. But it wasn't white and it wasn't quiet, it resembled something like helplessness and rage. She was in pain and I knew I hurt her. I wanted to say something, anything, but how do you withdraw a declaration of war? How do you stop the bombs that already destroyed homelands? In that moment I remembered how she always told me that when she was a kid, she was too afraid to sleep with the lights on. Not because she was afraid of monsters, but because she feared her grandmother would die. Because when you're a kid, not seeing it means it doesn't exist anymore. I saw the winter in her eyes again and I knew I had switched off the light, she wasn't angry, she was afraid.

And I also remembered how she always told me I'd always be 3 years old for her, always a child, and for the first time, I heard in the voice of a three year old "I wish I was dead". My heart broke. And I wanted to hug her and hold her, tell her I was sorry, that I didn't mean it. Before I could move a hand, she left the room. The entire evening, I saw myself as she saw me, a 3 year old child. I saw the child hurt herself and cry herself to sleep every week, fight her friends with her tiny hands and two ponytails, I saw her depression and her anxiety, I saw her yell "I wish I was dead" and I knew. I knew. I wanted to shout through the walls, yell and cry and tell my mother that now I KNEW, but I didn't. I wept and wept until I heard a quiet knock and a soft familiar voice whispered, "Dinner is ready".

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

[jeniferprince]

do they?

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[sonelk96]

[neckkiss]

Reality Bites (1994)