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Richey Edwards

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The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson: ‘252′ c. 1861

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[back at the library]

aaah yes, the smell of books, coffee and stress.

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I don’t ask much from the future just a few rooms with high ceilings, some trees outside my window, warm tea, stacks of books, a small garden and someone to come home to

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How intriguing would it be to let go of all the earthly whims and disappear into the vastness of the universe. Imagine our existence melting away and freeing us of the superfluous attachments that entrap us into the tragic nothingness we experience constantly.

- Richa Anand

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Please read this and share as much as possible.

So, India is dying.

Look, I know a good number of you are from the US and things aren't amazing there either, but my country is literally on the brink of collapse. So I'd love it if we could talk about that for a minute.

If you can't do anything else, please just read and reblog.

A second COVID wave has taken out the healthcare system. There are no more hospital beds. There's an oxygen shortage. There's a critical vaccine shortage. The Central Government has thrown its hands up and is passing the baton to the State Governments to do what they can.

There are over 16 million covid cases. A record 330,000 new cases reported yesterday - comparable to the US at its peak. 187,000 dead as of today.

There is no plan.

Mass cremations are taking place. The cremation grounds are running day and night and they are short on wood. People are watching their loved ones die while waiting for a hospital bed, and then they're unable to give them the proper burial rights.

Hospitals are overwhelmed. Patients are being confined, two to a bed. They're the lucky ones.

We are on the verge of people dying in the streets.

This is the second-most populous country in the world. The largest democracy. A country that encapsulates over 15,000 years of recorded human history and has endured everything from famine to invasion to colonisation.

We might be at the end. This might be the thing that does us in.

People are dying.

People are dying.

People are dying and there is no plan.

More good news? Variants are popping up. A double mutation strain has shown up. It is resistant to current vaccines. This will not go away. This is the devastation they warned of when the anti-maskers were out protesting the minor inconvenience of covering their face in public.

My country is on the verge of an emergency state. Our government has failed us. This is as dire a situation as it ever could be.

Look. I don't do much with my life. I write fics, some of you have read them and that's pretty much it. I spend my days with my head in the clouds because that's where I like to be.

But two days ago, my grandmother tested positive, had to be taken to hospital and the ambulance caught fire.

She barely made it to the urgent care she needs.

So, here I am, using whatever meager platform I have to cobble this request together. Because I have to do something.

If you can, donate.

Or spread the word.

Help. Please.

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Some days take so much out of you. You're left feeling drained and unworthy. The pain becomes unbearable. You feel the weight of your despair pulling you down, breaking you piece by piece. You feel the world around you drowning along with your tears. The blurred senses traumatize your existence.

But you can do nothing, except lie on your back and feel this gut-wrenching agony alone.

May you find the will to survive those days. May you realize that there's always hope. It will get better. The hurt will subside, your heart will heal.

Wait for those healing moments. Don't give up.

- Richa Anand

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dark academia days off

practicing the flute; working on difficult classical pieces

studying chess plays

finishing your Regency Era book

lighting too many candles

waltzing around in your room to thrifted records

daydreaming of another life

procrastinating homework because you´d rather study anything else

long, drawn out baths 

reciting poetry in the darkness 

studying characters soliloquy´s and planning out your own

listening to chopin and tchaikovsky and deciding which one you prefer

rewatching dead poets and mona lisa smile for the billionth time

getting drunk off of wine by yourself and waking up to your drunken scribbled notes in the margins of your favorite book

comparing different film versions of emma and of pride and prejudice

compiling a new playlist for you to study and read to

worshipping the moon and stars

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“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.”

— Louise Eldrich, The Painted Drum

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Something about the skies is so liberating and peaceful that it fills us with hope. We, as imperfect as we are, instantly find our idea of perfection in nature. It's an artistic instinct that compels us to be sensitive and understanding towards the beauty up there. But when it comes to us, we have an extremely critical and cruel mindset. We constantly degrade ourselves and compare our limitations to the infinite beauty of the universe. The contrasting appeals of our desires lead us to be the weaker and angrier entities. How will we ever find the "self-love" that we incessantly strive for!? - Richa Anand

Instagram- @_richa.anand_

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In the end, we're all struggling to keep our heads high and bloom well amidst this broken world, to focus on the stars while the reality drowns us deeper and to lean on art for finding a place in this imbalanced vortex called life. - Richa Anand

Instagram- @_richa.anand_

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I've lately come to realize how lonely it can get sometimes. I mean I've always been an introvert. I love my own space and actually enjoy being productive and happy alone. But on some days, it strikes me that I've literally distanced myself from most of the people. It's usually because of something they did or spoke. And I'm very critical about who I'm sharing my time with. Due to these factors, the only people who I do trust my time with is my family. And I take pride in the fact that I hardly deal with fake people or liars anymore. On the other hand, I often think how amazing would it be to have a friend who shares or at least likes your interests, who is constantly a part of your life and understands you like family, someone who'll always have your back and with whom you can share your deepest dreams and desires. But I also acknowledge the fact that this bond is quite a rarity nowadays. No one is kind enough to get to know someone else anymore and it annoys me, makes me want to be by myself. So, what I'm trying to reflect here is, if you do have such a bond in your life that resonates with your personality in all aspects, never let them go. Ever. Because the loners out there actually yearn for the intimacy you so easily have access to. - Richa Anand

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Ig: some fairytale snapshots from Prague 🦢

by McKenna Kaelin

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How enlightening would it be, to wake up one day and decide to be kind and gracious towards other beings. To see, hear and feel the world in all its mesmerising glory.

How serene would it be to embrace the little joys of life. To hold a baby in arms, to play around with puppies, to re-read our favorite books, to inhale the scent of earth after rains, to swim in the cool ocean, to enjoy sticky summers and weary winters, to savour home-made delicious treats and so on.

Let us dissolve the complexity and live in simplicity. Let us fall back in love with ourselves! - Richa Anand

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Think in terms of energy, frequency and vibration in order to understand reality. Take the leap of faith and experience some clarity. Have a jar full of candied affection and feel the austerity. - Richa Anand