08.08.2022 | I’m Winding Up To Submit My Masters Thesis At The End Of The Month 🌷

latecia

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

i am just a girl i should not have to “fulfill my course requirements” to get a “degree” what kind of a society is this anyway

“If a poem hasn’t ripped apart your soul; you haven’t experienced poetry.”

— Edgar Allan Poe

Being a history major is you wake up, you read about the most horrifying atrocities ever committed before you finish your morning coffee, you write a 10 page research paper and forget to put a single footnote because that's a problem for tomorrow, you cry about the fact that humans have had vibrant experiences for millennia and we treasure the scattered remnants they leave behind, you catalogue 100 pages of meaningless government documents in an excel spreadsheet, and then maybe at the end of the day you get a waffle.