Desolation

Pretty words are my friend, pretty pain to explain, what I want all in vain

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— Arabelle Sicardi, from “The Year in Ugliness.”

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Details: Portrait of Urania, 19th century, British School.

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whatever was left, that was ours for a while.

sunrise - louise glück

LizzieOrmian.redbubble.com

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{Chelsea Dingman, from "Psychogeography," published in The Los Angeles Review/ Anne Sexton/ Karen Russell, St. Lucy's Home for Girls - Raised by Wolves/ Abraham Verghese/ Naguib Mahfouz/ Clementine von Radics, Poem: Courtney Love Prays to Oregon/ Aleksandar Hemon, The Lazarus Project/ Fatimah Asghar, from "How'd Your Parents Die Again?" published in The New York Times Magazine/ John Murillo, Poem: Mercy, Mercy, Me}

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{David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest/ Friedrich Nietzsche, from a letter to Malwida von Meysenbug wr. c. 1876/ Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters/ IDK You Yet, Song by Alexander 23/ Robert Desnos/ Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares written c. June 1944/ Emily Brontë, from The Collected Novels; "Wuthering Heights,"/ Caroline George, Dearest Josephine/ Srinivas Mishra/ Unknown/ Maria Casarès to Albert Camus, Correspondance, Christmas, 1948/ Unknown}

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“Every day I get more convinced that I was created for you alone. It is through your eyes that I saw the world; on your lips my poems were born. Without you, my life is a wasteland. I am colorless, tasteless, smelling like a land never visited by rain.”

— Rawda el-Haj, tr. & ed. Adil Babikir, Modern Sudanese Poetry: An Anthology; “Heart’s Confessions”

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JD. Salinger // L. Frank Baum

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It's not fair

I don't get to wake up beside you

Everyday

It's not fair

I haven't even done it

Once

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I've thought about this for years.

How easy it is for me

To fall in love with someone's darkness

And through that

It's so easy to love every piece of them

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'St. Paul's Cathedral from Ludgate Circus, London, England' || 1885 || John Atkinson Grimshaw

(Private collection)

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Magic of the forest, 2020 - oil on canvas. — Mariusz Lewandowski (Polish, 1960-2022)

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I love you so much

But I'm so tired

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frank kafka

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Artists need to lay their soul bare for the world to mock

That must be painful

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The thing about the "I love you, that's all." in Art Heist, Baby! really is this moment of reflection for both James and Regulus at separate times and in separate places.

They're both grappling with impending death and taking stock of their lives. All the things they've said and done and all the things they'll never say and all the people they'll never see. It's a jumble of all the could've, should've, would've's in their mind but one thought shines through the clearest.

Love.

That's what they both want to leave with. That's what they want to take with them when they go. In the end, that's all that really matters. They had loved each other and been loved in return. Through crimes and heists and tumultuous families and soul-killing bank jobs, they loved each other. That's what mattered.

That's all.

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This is really poignant for me.

This is always the point

Of this whole blog I have here.

It's so ridiculous and strong and real

And it's all that matters. Whatever form it takes.

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loving you isn't pain

It just is

Everything in the palm of my hand

The reason my chest thrums

And hums

The reason my stomach churns

My face burns

The reason my eyes ache

My throat cries

The reasons my hands shake

My brain fried

But it isn't pain. You couldn't call one aspect of this emotion pain

It's real

It's deep

It's.so.fucking.thorough

But it's not pain

Pain and love are not the same

They cannot be

Their end goals are on opposite fields

So loving you

I compartmentalize it

To really understand

When the things you do hurt

But the way I feel about you

Never has.

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God to think I'd love you forever

I'll love you forever

I'll love you forever

I promise

God to lay next to you every night

And stare at your face

Look into your eyes

I'll love you forever

But you're not the type of person

To think this type of poem is about you

But it is

Oh it is

It's about you my love

And you don't even know how I do

I do

I do