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lindagoesmushrooming

Knitted + crocheted fly agarics

lindagoesmushrooming

love4hobi

prettiest dance leader

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ritikajyala

It rained all night and I miss my childhood. It's a short poem, I've had a long long night and a short life. I've been trying to remember my grandpa's smile but memory is a treacherous thing. It rained all night and I miss everything I've forgotten.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned

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V Slow Dancing, 2023

ritikajyala

The weight of memory drags my shoulders down. I take a string and stack everyone I've ever known and loved like beads, pearl on pearl on pearl. And when they leave- because leaving is one certainty we're burdened with, and when they leave- I clutch the pearls and try to breathe. I remember it all, even things I've forgotten. Some nights, I dream of smiles and faces and laughs, my best friend at 7, the first boy I ever liked, my grandma on the patio- pearls on pearls on pearls, boxes full of necklaces stacked in every corner of my heart. The weight of the world on my shoulders- is that what is left of us in the end, memories stuffed in pearls, waiting to be worn?

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from the The Flesh I Burned

taee

tae being the sweetest person in this world

elethart

Witches on a railroad adventure 🚂🚃🚃🚃🚃☕

ex0skeletal-undead

Giant Skeletons by Jocelin Carmes

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infernally-b

Slavic mythology photoshoot - ‘Collaborated with Warsaw-based costume designer Agnieszka Osipa, Polish photographer Marcin Nagraba captured a pagan-themed series of portraits that show us the mystic qualities and beauty of Slavic culture’.

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starpeace

i love when tragedies are like “the love was there. it didnt change anything. it didnt save anyone. there were just too many forces against it. but it still matters that the love was there”