L. V., I Found This Poem On A Quiet Sunday Afternoon

Young woman lying in a grass (Detail)
Paul Gauguin, 1884

Woman in the Park (Detail)
Ion Theodorescu-Sion, 1919

L. V., i found this poem on a quiet sunday afternoon

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- Detail of "In Love" by Marcus Stone
- "Person 1: How could you love me for a lifetime? I will bore you to death. / Person 2: But doesn’t the sky never look the exact same way twice?" -L. V.

L. V., i found this poem when the sky washed us in gold

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8 months ago

The day I realised I’m going to be me for a lifetime,
I met Grief.

She was sitting on the curb
just around the corner; face resting on her hands,
elbows on her knees.

When you died, I understood why
people need to grieve.

You see, it’s so close to a year
since the funeral
and the memory of every vein
that runs across the back of your hand
is still crystal clear to me.

Without grief, how could loving someone be possible?

When I die, I don’t want anyone to find the body.
Let’s keep the world guessing.
Is she still alive? Was she ever alive?
Did she drown, fall off a cliff? Did she bleed out, starve?
Did something big and raging devour her whole?
Did she vanish into thin air?
Maybe this is why he called her a mystery.
Was it a murder? An abduction?
Look for a ransom note. Perhaps a suicide note?

The day you realised you are going to be yourself for a lifetime,
I hope you walked around that corner with your head held high;
your shadow, following closely behind.

- L. V.

L. V., i found this poem on the back of your hand

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11 months ago

Children by the sea (detail)
Charles Atamian

L. V., I Found This Poem Buried In The Sand

L. V., i found this poem buried in the sand

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9 months ago

Because
it’s the only way
I know how to get
closer to you. Because
it takes me by the hand
and we take a stroll from
out of my mind. Because I
fear forgetting because the
people I love are dropping
dead like summer flies or
something poetic like
that, and I am a moth;
the flame leads me
back home. Dear
poet, why do
you write?

- L. V.

L. V., i found this poem in the background of your favourite painting

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1 month ago

there is another speculation too, but i wanted to know your answer—answer only if you wish to.

Now I'm too curious to know what this other speculation is before answering your other ask...

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tell me dear anon tell me yours too really curious about your blog now too really curious about so many things now

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6 months ago

i love your edits sm

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so sry everything here's quite fucked up tho just need a way to untether myself from the heaviness before it's all too late

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6 months ago

Detail of "Набережная Рей в Базеле в дождь" ("Ray Embankment in Basel in the rain")
Alexandre Benois, 1896

The rain winds up inside me. I rage and I pour. And I drown all at once.

I settle into a gentle tap tap tap at the foot of your bed.

L. V., i found this poem when you kept me awake ‘til 4 in the morning

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7 months ago

- film still from Wuthering Heights (2011)
- "What goes on in my head and in my heart feels less like ghosts / and more like blood and bones when I write them down. / I feel more real, more human when I write." -L. V.

L. V., and this is how i bury you

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6 months ago

A New York Blizzard (Detail)
Childe Hassam, 1890

L. V., I Found This Poem Tracing Random Patterns On The Seashore With A Paper-cut Finger

L. V., i found this poem tracing random patterns on the seashore with a paper-cut finger

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5 months ago

sad to see ur deleting ur edits

I'm sure you have ur reasons and I respect that

I just rlly love them

Not deleting! Just slowly moving & reorganising them on a sideblog. Planning to keep original writings only on this blog again.

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thanks so much dear anon this space got derailed the past year but yeah

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