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So I’m just laying here, trying to forget the words you said, and how much I fucking miss you regardless. Because it’s better than falling asleep and being tormented with dreams of us being okay again.

The Hidden House - Paul Christiaan Bos

Dutch , b. 1956 -

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

🎃 Halloween is coming and the cats are excited 🎃

For the people asking the wings are available HERE!