van Gogh's Mangoes

A visual desperado.

[vangoghsmangos]

Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.

[vangoghsmangos]

Art vs Inspiration

[vangoghsmangos]

You are as far and near as a memory

As distant as the sun

As close as its light on my skin

[spiribia]

it’s nuts that the way you meet people that will be in your life for a long time can be so circumstantial and random like if i hadn’t bumped into you that one time you just wouldn’t have been in my life for years to come. unreal that connections can come from anywhere and any accidental happenstance can change your life for the better

[vangoghsmangos]

[vangoghsmangos]

You and I

You and I will always be unfinished business.

[imchloemitchell]

Your Bitter Is My Sweet/Blame Game

Things used to be. Now they’re not. Anything but us is who we are. Disguising ourselves as secret lovers, we’ve become public enemies. We walk away like strangers in the street. Gone for eternity, we erase one another. No phone calls. No sweet text messages. We are mere specs of particles, floating, unknown to our partners’ existence. So far from where we came. With so much of everything, how do we leave with nothing? Lack of visual empathy equates to the meaning of L.O.V.E. Hatred and attitude tear us entirely. We meet at opposite poles and no longer can we bond like love birds to a song or flowers to a daisy. The air smells of rotten and burned hearts. We have trashed our over cooked love that now accompanies the bin of deceit. Don’t turn around. Continue walking away. Disappear into that darkness that rests upon your gritty shoulders. Let that dark cloud follow you wherever you go. So long ex-lover. Farewell.

-Chloe Mitchell

Footnote: This is the full context of the poem that I wrote for Kanye West. He reads it aloud on the track “Blame Game” featuring John Legend, from his current album My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy

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[vangoghsmangos]

Everybody gangsta til you realize she ain’t coming back.

[vangoghsmangos]

Loneliness sucks, but being forgotten by someone you will never forget is the worst. It's so easy to fall in love with your own expectations when someone seems to fit them so well.

[vangoghsmangos]

When my wounds caused by your remembrance begin to heal, I find an excuse to think of you once again.

[tokyostreetphoto]

Green Dreams, Shibuya 渋谷

[vangoghsmangos]

All pain is an invitation to burn ego.

[vangoghsmangos]

When she left, the world didn’t stop spinning. The birds still sang, and I could still feel the warmth of the sun against my skin. I didn’t feel that life wasn’t worth living, or that I could never be happy again. But I did experience this deep and gaping absence; a dull ache that seemed to envelop my bones and radiate from my skin.

I’ve never thought of her as perfect. But she was the closest I’ve ever been to belonging; to knowing what it is to be home. The truth is, I’ve never really known what love meant, but now, when I hear the word, I think of her.

- Blake Auden

[vangoghsmangos]

If love is one of the most intense emotions, then the suffering that comes with love is just as important.

[vangoghsmangos]

Advent and melancholy

Go hand in hand.

Here it is right on schedule.

[vangoghsmangos]

Oh if you could see The change you've made in me That the angels in the skies Were envious and surprised That anyone as nice as you Would chance with me

[vangoghsmangos]

Vinum Sabbathi

You’re my Saturday’s wine

I drink for pleasure and not for pain

Every moment is a passing moment

Rather than a beginning or an end

My mind gradually moves towards an existence

[yourbigsisnissi]

A part of being an adult is living with regret and not allowing it to consume you. The older you get, the more mistakes you’ve made, opportunities you’ve missed, people you’ve disappointed. And every day you have to remind yourself to be kind and forgiving of yourself. You accept and love the you from the past and understand that it’s all a part of the process. Then you move on and live your best life, knowing now as old as you feel today, you’ll never be this young again.