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[soceitys]

[sheinvanilla]

I miss you. I can't stop uttering these words even though I know you can't really hear me. It'll soon be a year without you, and I still can't believe how time flew by after you left.

I'll always write the title like this. Just to try and reach you because out of all the people I've known my whole life, you'll always be the warmest. That'll never change. Even if I meet other people, I'll always seek for the warmth you hold. You'll never be someone I knew. Yes, you're not here, physically. I know that, and I am still trying my best to get past that.

The other day someone told me that I'm radiant and that the warmth I hold feels surreal. It made me remember you. In this life I'll live without you, I hope I'll grow up making people feel warm and cozy, just like you did for me. I'm happy to think that I may got that trait from you, la. I'm writing this with a bittersweet smile.

I miss you.

—sheinvanilla, To The Warmest Person I Know

[silent-insanities]

I fear that I love too deeply for those who don’t love at all.

[soceitys]

“I guess the light I see in you, is what you see in me”

[soceitys]

If there’s life after earth-life, will you come with me?🌱✨

[lilllium]

—Salvador Plascencia, from The People Of Paper

[lifeinpoetry]

“No one leaves home unless home is the mouth of a shark. You only run for the border when you see the whole city running as well. The boy you went to school with, who kissed you dizzy behind the old tin factory, is holding a gun bigger than his body. You only leave home when home won’t let you stay.”

— — Warsan Shire, from “Home,” Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head

[soceitys]

Happy lil teeko ✨🤍🌷

[soceitys]

Lil Louisiana sunset 🕊

[soceitys]

I’m completely lost

[soceitys]

Elevating 💟

#art #trippy #purple #artechouse #glitchart

[ritikajyala]

He asked me when I fell in love with him and I knew it sounded dramatic to say the moment I saw him, so I told him this story of my grandma who had Alzheimer's- she forgot her name and the words for fruit and food, she forgot her address and how to use the washroom, all her life lost to the disease. The only thing she remembered was her son's name and when that began to fade, the one thing she always remembered was that she loved him, even in illness, even in insanity. She saw this 6 foot 2 man with a scrubby beard and she didn't know him but she said she trusted him, she asked him to hold her hand when she died. When does memory end and love begin? All I know is- she loved him before she remembered him.

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

[spiritualseeker777]

[soceitys]

I’ve never felt so lovedddd ✨

[quotemadness]

“I’d like to walk around in your mind someday.”

— Vashti Bunyan

[benbittidemedenbitmez-deactivat]

[soceitys]

Comparison kills all joy