Aranayad - 𝓑𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮 Â𝓶𝓮

This.

I was a gifted child. Until I wasn't. I was the golden girl. Until I couldn't burn anymore.

My parents expected me to build wings of gold and fly further than anyone could ever try. I don't blame them, having a child to raise is like sculpting a clay pot, you can shape it the way you like, paint it the colour you fancy. To raise a child is to play God. To raise a child is to be God.

But to be a child is to fall, to make mistakes, to fail. The thing about being too bright at an early age means you burn out by the time you're 16 and suddenly the world around you becomes more gray and terribly, terribly lonely. The fire is never warm enough, nothing is ever enough. And one day you find yourself begging to a godless sky, begging for a new spark.

I was a gifted child once. I was the golden girl. And one day, I burned out.

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

“My life was an unending, unchanging midnight. It must, by necessity, always be midnight for me. So how was it possible that the sun was rising now, in the middle of my midnight?”

~~ Edward Cullen, Midnight Sun🤍

someday...

one with nature...🍃

🌱🌱💚

昭和の匂い・懐かしさを引継ぐ

“Enlightenment must come little by little - otherwise it would overwhelm.”

— Idries Shah

🎵Take me, take me, me

Ferris wheeling babe

It's the air I crave (crave, crave)🎵🎶🎡

Happy Earth Day!🌏