mortallyluckyenemy

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the bird namers really knocked it out of the park with this one

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SewBeautifulx on Etsy

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loved the message dude. the little face at the end... fantastic. an "emoji", i assume. does he represent you or me?

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why the FUCK are weekends only 2 days long do you really think that's enough to recover from the horrors of the work week. really.

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something holy inside you wants to get out but you can’t let it

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btw you cant save people. the most you can do is try to understand them. the most you can do is let them be themselves. all you can do is empathize, be there

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I’m sorry!!! I’m sorry that we can’t go back!!! And for all the things we can’t remember. But I’m glad we did it!! The love will always be there!

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I lost my best friend 3 years ago- not lost as in dead but lost as in we only text each other on our birthdays now. Movies and books don't tell you that a friendship dying is like the sinking of a ship, you try to get higher and higher and hold onto the rails and unanswered texts, the captain tries to steer it to safety and salvage pieces of two broken hearts until you're left with memories of what once was. We were friends for a decade and knew each other's diaries by heart, I still remember her phone number and the way she took her coffee. Seeing her in streets is like breathing in a scent you forgot you knew but it immediately takes you back to a summer in '07.

Movies and books also don't tell you that friendships don't just end after one fight or incident, it's like the rusting of a bridge, the slow decay of flesh and bones and secrets. It took weeks, months- until one day I woke up and I realized I hadn't thought of her in a while. And I wrote a poem that day and I titled it 'The dying of a best friend' and I put all my love for her in a tiny box with my half of the matching pendant of a dolphin we had and stored them in a corner of my heart under the heading Grief. Where else can one hide unspent love?

It's been 3 years since I lost my best friend, lost as in I still carry our secrets in a tiny box but we only text each other on our birthdays.

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

Edit: here's the visualizer for this piece

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can i have this job i'm five years old my favorite colour is yellow and i just learned what an amoeba is.

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who knew I’d become a 98 year old forgotten woman in my 20’s

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girl help i’m starting over again for the 1000th time & i’m beginning to think that life is a never-ending cycle of starting over & i actually have to make peace with that in order to move forward

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it's always "don't repeat the cycle" and "beware of the cycle" and never How was the cycle was it fun to be in the cycle