Stump
Stump written by: Livia - It is odd to see the end of an eternity. As a child, it was proof of the supernatural...
Livia
I am a MA student in Vienna, I am an introvert, I am an overthinker, I am a recently reconverted writer. I am a lover of coffee and pretty notebooks that I will never write in. I am a lover of the way the sunlight shines through my blinds, of dandelions fighting their way to bloom in a cracked pavement, the shape of the trees outside my window. I am a lover of how the ocean sparkles at high noon, of the way wet pavement reflects the light and of the sound of rain hitting my roof. I am a lover of the velvet-antlered doe and the two-sexed butterfly. I am a lover of sunsets, of sunrises, of clouds which look painted onto the big blue canvas of the sky. I am a lover of the way the fountain pen scratches the paper and the way paint brushes onto the canvas. I am a lover of art, big art, small art, good art, bad art, public art, private art, old art, new art, colourful art, monochrome art, art on my walls and art in my mind. I am a lover – I cannot help it. I am a lover through and through.
