Rituparna Nayak







Rituparna Nayak (Ritu)

Some stories are heavier in blood than ink - Jasmine Kaur (illustrations and personal backgrounds original)


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I imagine telling her, "This is what you took away from me." and I imagine her palm splayed below your collarbone; she says, "This is what you never owned." I tell myself that someday I will be stronger than this but today as I lay here my skin can barely hold my blood in my blood does not water my flesh my flesh cannot carry my rattling bones these bones cannot prop me up on my feet my feet do not take me to peace. // Things they don't tell you about mourning: # 1. It does not stop. #yqbaba #infidelity #cheating #heartbreak #body #sadness #melancholy #memories #love #relationship #memory #forget #mourn #mourning #death

12 JUN 2017 AT 22:38

Baby Steps

(in the caption)

Baby Steps // I stumbled out into the corridor, one foot crossing the other, stepping away from you on relections of the LED above, the tiles made no sense - one was 1 step long, another was 2 steps, the last 3 months have been hell, more than usual, my love, but it's been a while since I walked out of a room and felt lesser, and the tiles make no sense they are slippery like the slope you have been, a sharp slope, a slippery mountain, a sloppy kiss, a sloppy conscience without the sleaze and all that Jazz sounds follow me into the corridor, the tiles make no sense, the road of return is suddenly longer and I throw myself into a room heavy with smoke and music, it makes no sense, it isn't empty but it has no space, and I cannot breathe until he looks into me and he looks at me like it's a landlock we aren't trying to escape because there is nowhere to go - love is nothing but cessation, healing is nothing but closure, I lean in closer, home is where your pain goes to school, I lean back, and make a little occasion out of letting go. #lettinggo #breakup #movingon #babysteps #music #smoke #love #hurt #sad #sadness #joy #heartbreak #healing

19 JUL 2017 AT 16:00


I pull you in, the bridges of our noses battle, A rude reminder, That's it's the closest we can physically get, This is the most skin can dig into skin. I breathe you in mouthfuls. Like candy that wasn't mine but given to me anyway. You smell of pink gum and cheap perfume and old rum And a shop I've never been to and I wouldn't want to and I don't mean to pry, But its her voice I hear in all of your sighs, I tell myself all of that is in hindsight, But sometimes at night when the phantom of your mouth purses around the flesh at my chest, I wonder if the folds of her skin on your tongue taste of me (and your sins). And I pray the way your touch stank of her, to her, you stink of me. #love #infidelity #infidel #cheating #woman #stink #sin #sins #perfume #cheap

5 JUN 2017 AT 10:02



'Perfect' is too David by Michaelangelo - stone. Give me scars, uneven tan lines chipped cuticles, a lazy stubble. Give me parts of you you pull a blanket on, around me. Give me that hair growth you've waxed every month religiously. Give me the orange peel butt that ruins your beach pictures. Give me the earliest graze of the male pattern baldness. Give me calloused hands and dry elbows. Give me all that you didn't know was ugly until you were told by the society that it was - everything that makes you frown at the mirror. Humans are so beautiful in all their naked glory. Don't try to give me 'perfect'. Give me human. #human #imperfect #imperfection #perfect #perfection #vulnerable #vulnerability #flaws #flawed #beauty #beautiful #ugly #scars

31 MAY 2017 AT 8:22


To worship at every inch my skin runs over, I think, he comes, slippery footprints from the water gently running at the gates. He kneels under the domes, leather in his pants, leftovers on his lips and filth in his hands. It is not prayers that he offers, (pelting flowers at the stone), She is not his goddess, (this is not his home). Ringing bells in a temple aren't alarms at all - false or not, he thinks. I tell myself, "The Gods must be asleep", or sipping at his whiskey, the stench of, a sad excuse of a kiss. Why must the goddess bleed for an atheist's dirty sins? My lover boy, he tells me, that's why religion is problematic. . 'My body is a temple' - a temple wrapped in neon lights looks like a love hotel, he thinks. _ #sexualassault #assault #violation #sex #rape #sexualabuse #abuse #survivor #survivors #violence #

31 MAY 2017 AT 8:13