susanna lewis in art to wear - julie schafler dale (1986)
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.
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-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned
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.
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-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned
Quote from Dan Sheehan
β Mahmoud Darwish, Another Road in the Road
[ Text ID: My longing weeps for everything. My longing / shoots back at me, to kill or be killed. ]
horrors beyond my comprehension more like horrors beyond my articulation. i know exactly what it is but id never be able to explain it to anyone
at the club fucked up on kerrygold pure irish butter
Warsan Shire, from βHomeβ,Β Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head
1. Just - Radiohead / 2. A Primer for the Small Weird Loves - Richard Siken / 3. The Hangover - Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec / 4. A House in Nebraska - Ethel Cain / 5. After the Misdeed - Jean Beraud / 6. Abject Permanence - Larissa Pham / 7. You Know Iβm No Good - Amy Winehouse
“I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full. My body loved. And my soul understood.”
– Melissa Cox
“I’m homesick all the time,” she said, still not looking at him “I just don’t know where home is.”
– Sarah Addison Allen, The Girl Who Chased the Moon
“I want to go home, but I don’t know where it is.”
– Orson Scott Card, Ender’s Game
“I want to go home. I will always want to go home. Even when I am at home I want to go home. But I’m not really thinking of a place, it’s more that feeling of everything finally being over, of seeing the light in the windows of your house on a cold night, of being safe, the relief of leaving a party you’re not enjoying, like when you felt sick at school and they sent you home, or when you got upset at a sleepover and they called your parents. I want my mam to come get me. I want to go home.”
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