But I wish you did— care.
“All my life, I’ve felt like I belong somewhere that only exits in the depths of my mind – impossible for others to discover.”
— Quote from my journal, 10 July 2017
it's a different kind of intimacy when you can tell that someone isn't feeling well while they're doing everything to hide their sadness. they become so familiar, you know their inside so well that their pain is seen by you, and most importantly safe with you
Moon and sun in 19th century paintings.
Луна и солнце на картинах 19го века
the conundrum never ends
(the painting is official gaspard and lisa art from their japanese twitter)
A Tribute to the Unspoken, Just Words
Words carry so much weight in my heart, pls watch what u say 2 me i’ll remember it forever
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