Pursuit of happiness

[remanence-of-love]

[1anonyymous1]

[remanence-of-love]

[wholelottala-deactivated2020121]

Everything I love I keep private now.

[honigimohr]

“Be with someone who makes your Mondays feel like Fridays.”

— 3 am thoughts (via suspend)

[wastedcryinggg-deactivated20240]

[losinghopeart-deactivated202206]

Nothing sexier than when the energy matched.

[werenotreallystrangers]

[yms1]

Airplane mode for overthinking please

[poetry-siir]

When you change, don’t announce it. Just bloom.

[madnessofmen]

"I'll walk with you" is just an excuse to spend more time with someone before they go and that's romantic as fuck

[quotemadness]

“Anxiety happens when you think you have to figure out everything all at once. Breathe. you’re strong. You got this. Take it day by day.”

— Karen Salmansohn

[jiangwanyin]

— vladimir nabokov, in a letter to his wife [24 march 1937] from letters to véra (trans. olga voronina & brian boyd)

[poetry-siir]

Don’t be a “maybe”. It’s either Hell Yes or Fucking No.

[quotemadness]

“Don’t think about what can happen in a month. Don’t think about what can happen in a year. Just focus on the 24 hours in front of you, and do what you can to get closer to where you want to be.”

— Unknown

[perfectquote]

“But then it passed, as all things do.”

— Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed

[ritikajyala]

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