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ritikajyala:

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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amphibianaday:

jelly

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day 651

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sugarcoatednightshade:

cringecontrol:

confusedbyinterface:

one-venti-neurosis:

plum-soup:

Bus drivers who see you running and open their hole are better public servants than any cop.

their what now?

their ‘bussy’ you might say

i might not.

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bramblepatch:

ryebreadgf:

yall with your ugly celeb man crushes

This is a powerful child.

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jono74656:

ruffboijuliaburnsides:

mentally-homeless:

radcybergoth:

jextaime:

The fallen Angel Lucifer and the Moon on March 31 2020

This is the only post I ever want to look at ever again

This person: *takes photo of moon surrounded by clouds* Ah yes, I know exactly which mid-19th century painting of a biblical winged nude beefcake this reminds me of

listen, I know we are programmed to see patterns and faces in things, but that is EERILY similar, y’know?

Originally posted by jedi-kestis

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caffeinewitchcraft:

lesbians4sokka:

oh, sure. she doesn’t care though. she’s 12 and she’s thriving and she loves to murder

chemicalmagecraft:

No but Toph was a professional earthbending wrestler with the power to feel the whole human body at once through vibrations with enough accuracy to tell lies. She knows exactly how much pressure the human body can take before important things start breaking or I’ll go buy a hat for the sole purpose of eating it.

lesbians4sokka:

oh honey they are fully dead

non-bender-world:

Can we consider how many people Toph caused internal bleeding and broken bones?

Toph and Wednesday Addams have a lot in common

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boppinbobby:

cool things to do with your friends

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grimeclown:

yardsards:

grimeclown:

Im cute and im sexy and thats why im allowed to build my wizard tower within city limits. Zoning laws dont apply to me because the whole city council is so charmed by my voluminous robes and funny hat.

i think theyre actually charmed by that spell u put on them, not ur style

You take me for a beguiler? Accuse me of bewitchment? Nay, I say not. If theyre bespelled by anything its by my luminous personality and dumptruck asscheeks

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