Some People Are Just Born To Fight, I Think. It’s Not That They’re Born Brave. It’s Not That They’re

me: *points to space* !!!!!!

friend: ????

me: *points to space more violently* !!!!!!!!!

sometimes i fantasize that someone misses me

i aspire to be one of those people who are known for always smelling good and treating people kindly

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.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned

“But you see, this crown has grown so very heavy, and I have become tired of seeing blood red stains soiling all that I touch.”

— rather death than kingship (x)

what is a jester with no audience.. when a clown jokes in an empty forest does the little honk have any meaning