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sometimes I have brief moments of clarity like oh yes. love and joy should be guiding me and it will all work out. documenting so i remember to express this

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girl in her room disorder

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between the trees & flowers

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Grandmas were so right about puzzles and knitting and crocheting and solitaire and reading slow and slippers and baking and watching deer in the backyard send post

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I love an open window and some cool clean air

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first time in spring it’s warm enough to go outside without a jacket!! for febe @2ndhandbooks

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i love you daylight savings time i love you sunset after 7pm i love you vitamin d i love you springtime

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When is society gonna bring back tea parties? I don't wanna go to a bar, I want to sit at a round table in a floral dress, drink tea and eat cake !!

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It's all one path.

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romanticizing your life is such a powerful tool and it’s a shame that it’s mostly used by people on tiktok to justify the purchase of expensive breakfast smoothies when there are few better ways to force oneself through unpleasant shit than imagining a cinematic backstory for your extremely quotidian suffering

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Franz Xaver Birkinger (detail)

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at least once a day you should read a poem that slices you clean in half. and then you go to the post office or something

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minimalism is cool but have you ever had all the things you love in your room

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carrying a book w me wherever i go because it offers a strange sense of comfort in this giant and intimidating world

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Wheatfield under Thunderclouds by Vincent van Gogh, 1890 (details)

The Van Gogh Museum

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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