February 2012
21 posts
mitford:
Every time you see a flood like that on the news you tell yourself: That’s it. That’s my heart.
— H. Murakami
home for a week, home still standing (surprises me every time)
Anonymous asked: Dear Vera, what are your thoughts on loneliness?
mitford:
it’s best to let flowers do the talking
they say write below your century to understand it
they say crying in private helps no one
they say an asterisk is the footnote to a lie
they say never use “permanent” in a sentence containing a noun
they say if dancing is prohibited LEAVE at once
— CAConrad
To live (& die) by.
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There’s a string of thoughts I have a lot of the time and it goes more or less as follows: What if I bought a log book and became captain of my moods, captain of the M.S. Unjustified Emotion? And then what if I measured time differently, like how sea miles differ from what I still think of as kilometres, what if I blurred the line between two days, would that make me better? Would that help?...
Anonymous asked: Your thoughts on shipwrecks? (Any kind; all kinds.)
Love Poem
When you fall in love, you jockey your horse into the flaming barn. You hire a cabin on the shiny Titanic. You tease the black bear. Reading the Monitor, you scan the obituaries looking for your name.
Donald Hall
nocternity asked: You're light through the night, having you with me will be proof that the world sometimes makes sense.
hermessybraids asked: Hello Vera, it was raining today in History - the soft sleep-walking kind of rain, and it made me think of of you instantly so I wrote it down on my planner so I wouldn't forget to tell you, I guess these things are sort of important to remember. I hope you're well and light. x
Anonymous asked: hello there, i'm new to you. what do i need to know?
January 2012
41 posts
Anonymous asked: don't you ever feel as if you weren't enough ... for life , for everything ? this awful feeling of watching life moving when you're just standing there...
pretty boys big-eyed sugar-lip boys piano hands green green apples icing-sugar-milk salty wind seagulls come take me away this isn’t real this is not real it isn’t really real is it
nocternity:
don’t think I have a body anymore but a house of cards, will find anything a good reason to crumble, henceforth. there are late violets blooming on my legs, ashes in my inner pocket from a cigarette I refused to forget. one of those that go on burning forever.
missing V. often feels like post-apple sticky hands, loud coughing or bad thin coffee, I don’t know, ‘wish I could be with...
clavicola asked: I miss you.
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“Any of you ladies fancy a biscuit? Can I interest you in a bourbon?”
this is a manifest to my being forever in love with just the idea of things, please make me sadder because I fell in love with how green sadness looks on and out of me
this is a manifest to green as my favourite colour
amongthedays asked: Tell me a short-winded story about the cold?
Anonymous asked: Hvae you ever met Eliza in real life?
Anonymous asked: Dear, dear Vera. Pretentious, chain-smoking intellectuals are not at all what they seem. I tried belonging there, but I found they judge more than anyone. I'm not sure if I could bear their intolerance for much longer. In fact, I'm leaving this anonymously because I'm scared they will hunt me down.
Anonymous asked: Have you ever felt dauntlessly empty?
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Anonymous asked: Would you recommend me some German movies?
sensualidiot asked: I miss the dark woods. I don't know how to get back there.
This is pre-iceberg brooding, I don’t know. I don’t know anymore. I want to run away to Paris. I want to run away from my own feet.