L. V., life after the aftermath

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L. V., life after the aftermath
Job hunting in a hostile environment. ✨
writing is so fun
writing is impossible why does anyone do this
Always, almost.
Daylight Savings by Grace Q. Song
Anton Chekhov, from a letter to Olga Knipper-Chekhova featured in The Selected Letters of Anton Chekhov
Maggie Smith, from a poem titled "Self-Portrait as an Incomplete List of Mysteries," featured in A Suit or a Suitcase: Poems
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
Sara Torres, from her novel titled "X Is Where I Am," orginally published in March 2026
L. V., life after the afterword
Franz Wright, God's Silence; "East Boston, 1996"
[Text ID: Go out and look at the stars / shining / in the past.]
There is something in you that goes beyond everything.
Your voice, the way it touches me without even reaching me, as if every word you speak carried a home within it.
A softness, a quiet promise that everything is safe as long as I hear you.
And your eyes, God, your eyes.
They are the part of the world I respect the most, the closest thing to a pure truth I have ever seen.
In them live my good days, my deepest fears and the kind of peace that only exists when you have found your person.
Your skin is an endless universe, warm, gentle, where even my thoughts rest.
It’s where my soul learns stillness, where my hands understand their purpose, where life feels less heavy.
But more than your voice, more than your eyes, more than your skin, it’s your being that unravels me.
That unique blend of light and calm, of strength and sensitivity, of presence that embraces even from afar.
Your soul is a sacred place and I honor it as if it were the only home I ever wanted to find.
I say this from the truest part of me, as long as I exist, I will love you.
Without conditions, without pauses, without fear of how the world may change or how I may change.
Even if time turns us into different versions of who we are today, my love for you will remain intact, sincere, deep, inevitable.
Because you are my certainty, my breath, my light, my impossible to replace.
If the universe ever breaks, if the stars go dark, if life forces us to begin again, I know I would still recognize you.
By your voice, by your eyes, by your skin, by the being in you that calls me, by your soul, where mine finally feels alive.
I love you. Always.
When Clarice Lispector said “She exists as in dreams. She has no sense of reality. She gets nervous because people are always interrupting her daydreams.” and when Emma Hewitt said “I’m always in a state of trance, I’m not very often in the real world.” and when Louise Glück said “I could live almost completely in imagination.” and when Maggie Stiefvater said “You're made of dreams and this world is not for you," and when Anaïs Nin said “Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another.” and also “She is weak before reality. Her life is full of fantasies.” and when -
Sally Rooney on god again :’)