when the stars wrote back by trista mateer
If you were a waiting room
I would never see a doctor
I would sit there with my first aid kit and bleed
when the stars wrote back by trista mateer
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
Ask Polly: Help, I’m The Loneliest Person In The World! – November 6, 2013
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ribs by lorde // dreaming of pomegranates by felice casorati (1913) // nothing new by taylor swift ft. phoebe bridgers // objects in mirror are closer than they appear by dion anja from motion sickness
“How sad that everything has to change, yet what a relief, too”— John Ashbery, from “Words to That Effect”, Quick Question: Poems
thelifeofus-deactivated20230503:
You were driving the getaway car
Getaway Car - Reputation - Taylor Swift
I wish i could forget. Forgetting is so long.
I need you to come back to me. Why won’t you come back to me? //A.M
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