#the flesh i burned

[ritikajyala]

It's been raining all day. I'm not old yet but I'm not young either- stranded in a limbo of young adult. All my friends are cities away, and I'm wondering who I am. My friends are photos and texts. My friends are video calls on Friday nights, most anyways. My friends are one call away but my bones remember the miles between us, hundreds- even thousands. I'm not old yet, but my shoulders bear the weight of countless goodbyes. I'm not young either. I can place a call but I stare at the rain. I can send a text but I write a stupid poem.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned

#ritika jyala #the flesh i burned #art #poetry #literature #aesthetic #dark academia #artists on tumblr #writeblr #writers #spilled ink

[asoftepiloguemylove]

intimacy through oranges

Jacques Prevert Alicante / Youqing Wang (via @cheruib) / pinterest / Ritika Jyala The Flesh I Burned / pinterest / @/chaandajaan-moved (tumblr) / Hafsa Qasim / @itsbaditsgood

#on love #on yearning #on oranges #web weaving #poetry compilation #jacques prevert #alicante #youqing wang #ritika jyala #the flesh i burned #hafsa qasim #poem #words #spilled poetry #spilled thoughts #spilled ink #dark academia #writing #dark academia quote #dark academia poetry #poetry #text #quote #uh oh xiao is yearning for a bf on the poetry blog again

[fairydrowning]

"All my teenage years, I had bottled up anger and grief and promised myself I'd never cry but when I sat down with her hands in my hand and looked her in the eye, all the anger turned into tears. I sobbed for hours and she sat there, rubbing my back. That's when I saw. Growing up is also tearing down walls, it's also letting go of the anger."

– Ritika Jyala, Excerpt From "The Flesh I Burned"

#i always love her writing #dark academia #light academia #excerpts #fragments #poetry #books & libraries #ritika jyala #peotry #quotes #grief #on grief #feelings #the flesh i burned #quotations #classic literature #classic lit #classic academia #lit #literature quotes #short peoms #spilled words #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #spilled poem #spilled poetry

[chemicallyrotten]

#the flesh i burned #ritika jyala #deep quotes #poem #poetry #deep #poems on tumblr #quotes #emotions #feed #real #dark academia

[bookquotenet]

As a child, I was always searching for the meaning of it all, the big Why; and my father always said that there is no one big purpose but I had the most ripe orange today and kissed my cat goodnight, I think that's enough purpose for a day.

Excerpt from The Flesh I Burned

#the flesh i burned #art #cottagecore #dark academia #lovecore #aesthetic #literature #quotes #poetry #history #college #photography #film #movies #cats #oranges #lit

[eaapseudonym18]

I miss you, but you seemed far away. So i sat upon the your best friend’s roof. Watching the sunrise replace the moon. The moon had friends, he was surrounded by the stars. They were sparkling the space like have a new power. I was staring the clouds, birds were fleeing to the sun, the world is spinning so are you, the summer keeps singing the names of your shoes. The worldly wind is around the rays, its coming through the air like your elegance came to me shattering the oceanic waves. It’s a month of love- April it says. The time we met is the time for a lover’s shade. It’s no possible for me to see you everyday, it’s not like the big time like we always had months and days.

Death is trundling in its way,Clouds are trembling like a wave. Winds are beholding everyone’s breath that comes in its way. Yet i sleep on the roof all time to see its trembling, to give my breath if it comes in my way just to see your face as these clouds and winds catch up upon you all night and all day, the grey floor beside me is for you to come and lay before death comes onto my door and gets me fade

eAa/.pseudonym_18

#lovers #poem #poems and poetry #sad poetry #sad thoughts #blog post #love poetry #poertry #writers and poets #literature #artists on tumblr #poets on tumblr #dark academia #the flesh i burned #april 23 #april #may88

[umtempopramim]

Quando criança, eu estava sempre buscando o significado disso tudo, o "grande porquê"; e meu pai sempre me dizia que não havia um grande propósito, mas hoje eu comi a laranja mais madura e dei um beijo de boa noite em meu gato, acho que isso é próposito suficiente por um dia.

#ritika jyala #the flesh I burned

[mackmaxkmacs]

Will y’all please please please send me poems that mention oranges

#oranges #poetry #clementines #the flesh I burned #love poems #love #scurvy

[wisteria-whump]

whumpee getting hurt in a completely preventable situation after caretaker warned them and they didn't listen

#the other day i was taking something out of the air fryer and my mom said i should use a hot pad or oven mitt #and i was too lazy to and i ended up brushing my hand against the top of the inside of the air fryer #and i literally heard a sizzling noise when it happened and my hand smelled like burnt flesh 😔 #i burn my hand on the inside of the air fryer so often #when will i learn #whump #whump prompt #whump prompts #whump writing #whump idea #whump blog #whump scenario #tw whump #whump tw #writing prompts

[reasonsforhope]

Self-Care in Times of Atrocities

This is something I've been struggling with myself, and it's also something I have a general chip on my shoulder about (in terms of the corporatization of self-care, ugh), so here have a post

It can feel impossible or even cruel, to "practice self-care" in the face of the world right now - and in particular, in the face of the ongoing genocide in Gaza.

So, I think it's really important to say that self-care does not mean that you are always emotionally balanced at all, that you are never overcome with rage and grief at the horror of ongoing atrocities.

To never be overcome by rage or horror or grief or any other negative emotions would be to shut ourselves off from a huge part of the human experience, in a situation where our connection to our common humanity is, I would argue, more important than ever.

Some days you will feel completely laid low by that rage and horror and grief. Sometimes for a few hours, sometimes for days or more.

That's not only normal, it is a completely rational response to what Israel is inflicting on Palestinians right now. I think it's a completely rational response to any genocide.

In some ways it's also a healthy response. Bottling up or choking off your emotions isn't good for you. Refusing to ever sit with pain isn't good for you. Refusing yourself grief and mourning and catharsis isn't good for you. We know all of this.

Self-care, in times of atrocity, doesn't mean always keeping yourself on some kind of even keel. In a lot of ways I think it means letting yourself cry, letting yourself channel all of your storming emotions into a force that can help, rather than just eat you up inside.

And self-care isn't the kind of corporate, hypercapitalist "buy yourself out of your feelings" bs that we're quite literally sold, either.

Self-care is, very often, not about indulging or pampering yourself (not that there's anything wrong with indulging or pampering yourself).

A lot of the time it just means...taking care of your physical form, as best you can, even when you least want to, so you don't pile more on top of everything else.

A lot of the times it means making yourself eat something, even just some crackers, even though you feel sick from horror.

Or groaning and forcing yourself to drink a glass of water, because you can, you have access to drinkable water, and you can honor that for the privilege it is by avoiding a terrible dehydration headache.

Or making yourself take a shower, even though it's the last thing you feel like doing, because you have an important meeting tomorrow.

Or locking your phone in a drawer for a while, because staying up all night doomscrolling won't do anything but drain you further.

And if you're ever feeling too guilty to do any of that, remember: you cannot pour from an empty vessel. Meeting your own basic needs as best you can is one really, really important way to make sure you have the energy to help.

#me #not news #self-care #free palestine #palestine #israel #genocide #cw genocide #cw war #now I need to take my own damn advice and eat something #bodies are so rude #we need to be ready to be in this for the long haul #I PRAY that we won't have to be #but this has been going on for months and it could keep going on months longer with horrifying ease #take care of your flesh vessel so you don't burn out before this is over #because there are a lot of things that can help people in Palestine #but doomscrolling and not eating and the like aren't among them #grief

[fiendishartist2]

*guy who had no control over his fate voice* it's all my fault

#i am a jonathan sims apologist im sorry #i dont think hes a completely good person but i think the way he turned out was not his fault- #-and that his nature as an avatar does not contradict his morals!!!! #idk if this is the best way to convey how i feel about jon being marked by all the fears but i hope it comes across how i want it to :3 #tw eyestrain #potentially #my art #tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #alice daisy tonner #if its not clear: daisy is the hunt + his neck scar #the fire is the corruption/jude perry + the burn scar on his hand #the bones in his hand are his ribs + the flesh #the pink explosions are the stranger/unknowing + his explosion scars #the orange cut near his collar bone is the slaughter/melanie #the worms are the corruption/jane prentiss + the pockmark scars on his face #the spider legs are the web + symbolic for the mental mark mr spider left on jon #and the door is obviously the spiral + could be interpreted as when michael's hand cut jon #and you could interpret the clouds around as lonely fog

[ritikajyala]

As I kid, I wanted to be a savior, trailblazer, the prophecy child. I wanted a big life, with ups and ups like the breasts of mountains and lows like the depths of valleys full of forgotten debris. I was convinced the great flood was knocking at my door, beckoning me to become someone bigger. A juvenile fantasy, a hazy dream.

I'm 19 now. It's not a grand big life, I'm no hero. I love my friends and sunday mornings. I like cats and strawberries. No flood, no rapture, no calamity- just quiet weekdays and sleepy weekends. But oh my days, I am full, finally.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned

#ritika jyala #the flesh i burned #art #poetry #literature #writeblr #dark academia #artists on tumblr

[martyryo]

drawing made with the reference I searched up on the computer inside my headspace

#artists on tumblr #digital art #illustration #fight club #fight club 1999 #the narrator fight club #doodle #pixel aesthetic #something quick before I clean my room #I wanna redraw this at some point by using actual reference hdhwbrvw #pained man whimpering on the floor #we love that #felt my hand burning while drawing this it was an immersive experience #reminds me when I was on the bus and I imagined myself crucified #I physically cringed cause I could kida feel the pain of having nails digging into my flesh #very uncomfortable

[fisheito]

tsunburst fever

#is that burning flesh i smell #i think eiden is doing an excellent job of holding all these tsuns actually #there. just revived a decade old meme #sunburst fever #nu carnival #eiden #dante #edmond #kuya

[missjoolee]

Chapel of Love

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The barest hint of hot, dry air ruffled against the baby hairs on the back of her neck doing little relief. Long gone were the multi-layered stage outfits, having learned she needed something more breathable underneath the stagnant tent two days ago at the start of the music festival. Instead, she wore a poofy crop top with shorts, and she could feel Luke’s eyes roaming the revealed skin of her shoulders, midriff, and legs with each song they sang together. He'd been winding her up with each set.

Her hands grip the top of the mic stand as she leans into where the mic sits, holding herself in place where normally she would be dragging it over to share with Luke in this moment. But they are halfway through the seventh and final set and his eyes weren’t the only thing she could feel looming nearby. Just outside the Loud & Local tent sat the “Chapel of Love”. And the next lyrics were too close to vows that she might do something stupid if she got too close to him. Why had they written them this way, again?

They hadn’t seen the simple archway that signified the “chapel” when they had arrived to set up, the van being parked on the other side of the tent that held the stage that they would share with four other bands over the three day festival. And when they finally had a chance to roam the festival grounds, Reggie pulling them to the food truck selling fancy milkshakes, they saw it but didn’t know what it was. Even on the information board sporting a map, it was just a tiny innocuous dot.

It had been later on a water run that Alex and she saw a small gathering of people under it, two of them sealing their love with a kiss. Apparently, you could get married at this festival.

"Huh," Alex had said, taking a drink from his bottle and then resting his arm on her shoulder. "That's a decision." "I don't know. I think it's kind of sweet," she'd responded. A snort rang out from above her head. "Of course you would say that." She'd sent an accusatory glare up at him, dropping her shoulder so his arm would fall way. "What's that supposed to mean?"

She had known exactly what he meant though. Her eyes close against the crowd in front of her and drift open to her left, knowing exactly where Luke would be.

She can feel electricity thrum through her body as she begins the call and response moment.

"I've got a spark in me."

She can see the confusion on his face, but he smiles at her as the words slide out of him with ease.

"I've got a spark in me."

She closes her eyes against the assault of love intertwining with the electricity already coursing though her. In her mind, the simple archway looms above them. This is why she was fighting her entire being from going to him. It was too soon. Too impulsive.

"And you're a part of me."

She can't escape the feelings that have been building with each performance they've done this weekend. The euphoria of performing their music with the her best friends, and the man she loves, not caring that she shut her eyes in an attempt to block it out.

"And you're a part of me."

Luke's voice right next to her sends a shiver across her shoulders, her eyes jumping open to see he'd closed the distance to share a mic with her. Not letting her run from him, not realizing she wasn't running. She was trying to reign in some very impulsive thoughts. She can see the concern in his eyes behind the determination and can't help the smile that graces her face, softer than what is normally part of her stage persona.

"Now till eternity."

His response is accompanied by the smile he normally saves for her when they are in the studio. One that Alex and Reggie unfortunately have to put up with because it side tracks things often enough. "Now till eternity."

The mental reigns she's been wrestling are completely forgotten about. She's a goner. Their voices twine together like they have thousands of times before.

"Been so long and now I'm finally free."

The rest of the set goes off without a hitch. The adrenaline and dopamine high intoxicating. She feels Reggie's arm go around her shoulders as Luke's goes around her waist and she looks at all her band-mates with pride. This weekend was amazing and did a lot to promote them, even if they were competing for attention with signed bands that have been around a whole lot longer on two other stages. They take a group bow to the crowd before they disperse like the non-existent wind.

Luke's arm tightens and he leans down to her ear to be heard. "Everything okay?" His voice is raspy and a bit lower than normal from doing seven performances in three days.

Perfect. The word rings in her head, bolstering her onto her toes next to his ear so he can hear her response.

"Marry me." Her own voice rough, lower and more sultry than she expected.

He looks surprised as he processes her words, but not like they made him uncomfortable if that same smile he saves for her lighting up his face means anything.

"Yeah. Okay."

She grabs hold of the hand on her waist, interlacing their fingers as she heads for the exit of the tent with determination. He drags behind her a bit.

"You mean right now??"

The first flicker of doubt hits her. "Yes?"

He drops her hand and scrambles to get the guitar strap over his head. "Oh hell yeah."

Her smile is so big she can feel the ache in her cheeks but she doesn't care. He wants this as bad as she does.

A voice interrupts them. "Uh Julie? Luke? Where are you going? We have to pack up our stuff so Midnight Mayhem can go on."

Reggie looks confused, his thumb pointing over his shoulder off the back of the stage. Alex's looks suspicious. Julie can feel heat soar to her cheeks as she looks up at Luke's face and sees the eager giddiness there and then back at Alex. Yeah, that tracks.

"Sorry guys. Got a little distracted. Band meeting after we get everything packed up."

She pulls Luke back over to their gear to begin packing up. Squeezing his hand before dropping it to unplug her keyboard.

He looks at her with confusion. "Band meeting?"

"We'll need witnesses."

"Riiiiiight. Nice."

#this was supposed to be for juke jeudi last week #but i don't feel like waiting for jeudi this week #also this is not the fic idea i referenced in my corn maze post #lol #I haven't written anything since Something Burning #so like forever ago #sorry if this is rough #also not edited at all #and if the ending seems abrupt #it's because if i tried to write anymore i'd be commiting myself to a much longer fic #that i didn't have fully fleshed out ideas for #which meant this wouldn't see the light of day #so sorry they don't even kiss #-_- i have failed you #juke #jukebox #jatp #julie and the phantoms #juke fic #julie molina #luke patterson #julie x luke #joolee attempts writing #tagging imene for posterity #thedeathdeelers #it's been so long i can't even remember what tags i usually use lololol

[anthenasikes]

summertime ☀️ !!!

#YAYYY GOOFY WEIRD FLESH GIRL !!! i imagine she’s just shifting her hair and eye colors around all the time #jrwi #jrwi pd #summer jrwi #summer dileo #jrwi prime defenders #ant’s art tag #We are trying to post this again! Because this website hates putting any of my posts in the tags! #Anyways #Every time she shapeshifts she gets more and more off from her original appearance. Thats a thing in canon she is slowly looking less and #less like her original body #Can we talk about this can we think about this #bc i am thinking about this #A lot #girls when they get burned up alive and then remade with fake goop flesh. #and are drifting further and further from their original appearance. and maybe don’t even notice #Also the cardigan isnt part of the hero fit i just wanted to draw it #shes taking a break for a sec ! #can we bring her back. season 3 bring her back Pleeeaasseee please please . the silly……. the silly who also gets more concerning the more #you think about it #has id