Honestly It’s So Hard To Be The Coolest Friend Who Understands Everything And Calms Everyone Down

It must have been impossible to insult Kafka. Like, imagine that you call him an insufferable asshole and he just agrees with you. And then he would write in his diary about it.

February 15th I know I am the most insufferable of humans. Horrible. No sleep. Awful.

"Was he your soulmate?"

She stared at me for a while, then smiled.

"That's just a word." She laughs.

"I think we loved each other with the kind of love that lasts lifetimes. But I loved many people with different kinds of love that would last lifetimes. We had our time and we lived a beautiful life. Is that enough to become a soulmate? I don't know.

"I guess that's it. You love someone in the moment, and you make more of them and then you hope those moments will last forever, knowing that they won't. So you gather those moments in your memory, hold them close and cherish them and make new ones."

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned

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Look at Her ♡

I say I'm okay and I am okay.. but some evenings I barely move from the chair and some mornings I skip breakfast and don't open your texts. I say I'm okay and I am okay but some nights my hands shake when I think of getting up the next morning.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from Elle took a knife and carved her thighs

the conundrum never ends

(the painting is official gaspard and lisa art from their japanese twitter)

“What thing worthy of love can be found in me?”

– Franz Kafka, from Letters To Milena

Albert Camus, The Misunderstanding (1943)

I was a gifted child. Until I wasn't. I was the golden girl. Until I couldn't burn anymore.

My parents expected me to build wings of gold and fly further than anyone could ever try. I don't blame them, having a child to raise is like sculpting a clay pot, you can shape it the way you like, paint it the colour you fancy. To raise a child is to play God. To raise a child is to be God.

But to be a child is to fall, to make mistakes, to fail. The thing about being too bright at an early age means you burn out by the time you're 16 and suddenly the world around you becomes more gray and terribly, terribly lonely. The fire is never warm enough, nothing is ever enough. And one day you find yourself begging to a godless sky, begging for a new spark.

I was a gifted child once. I was the golden girl. And one day, I burned out.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire