L. V., conversations in the dark
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L. V., conversations in the dark
“I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes.”
— Ferdinand de Saussure
You’ve captured my heart completely. Now let me claim your body the same way - tenderly, passionately, until we’re tangled and trembling together.
“Forever is composed of nows.”
— Emily Dickinson
Main character to a footnote in 24 hours…
I think we feel it the most at night because at the end of the day our hearts just want to be home, but our homes aren't always where we rest our heads.
Grief is really just love. It's all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go
— Jamie Anderson
“I have poetry where my anger should have been.”
Abhilasha.
Anaïs Nin, in a diary entry dated 23 February 1925, from The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin: 1923–1927
He is a ball of light: energetic, charismatic, creative, and talkative. I am quiet, love listening to him, calm, not charismatic at all, and creative. He was the popular boy in high school, and I was the awkward one. We met as adults. Now we stay up until 1 a.m. talking in the living room. I couldn’t feel more accepted or happier than I do with him.
My thoughts 26/365
He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
There is always something to learn, there is always something to love
Suddenly I don't want anyone to know me as deeply anymore, which is weird because I have always yearned for someone to understand my soul
ah i’d sit beside it forever... quietly loving it, gently watering it, and making sure it never felt alone 🥺