#HAV

[felinefractious]

ComposerCats Raina

🐱 Havana Brown

📸 ComposerCat

🎨 Chocolate

[ist-das-kunst-oder-kann-das-weg]

[ljussangen]

[lareveusenoire]

So viele Texte geschrieben und nicht veröffentlicht

So viele Briefe geschrieben und alle zerrissen

Du fehlst mir nach wie vor unendlich und ich warte und hoffe noch immer

Auch wenn es dir wohl ohne mich blendend geht

Vielleicht hast du unser "Uns" auch schon vergessen

Wobei verdrängen glaube ich besser passen würde

Warst du wirklich so kalt und berechnend und hast mir über Monate etwas vorgespielt?

Kann es wirklich sein das ich mich so in dir,meinem Hav- meiner Liebe - so getäuscht habe?

Vielleicht liegt es an Deinen Depressionen die zu dieser Handlung geführt haben

Vielleicht liegt es an Deinen Ängsten

Vielleicht von vielem ein bisschen

Ich kann es mir nicht vorstellen das du so ein Mensch bist wie es auszusehen scheint

Eher schaffst du es dir selbst etwas vorzuspielen,oder einzureden bis du selbst dran glaubst/glauben magst

Weil es dann einfacher für dich ist

Ich habe mich in dich deine sanfte,auch ängstliche Seele verliebt

In dein liebevolles Herz

In dein verletzliches Du,was du kaum jemandem zeigst

Einfach in Dich

und meine Liebe zu dir wuchs mit jedem Stein der uns zum stolpern brachte noch mehr

weil ich daran glaubte -und immer noch glaube-das unsere Liebe es schaffen wird jeden Stein,jeden Felsen,jeden Orkan zu überwinden

Weil wir Seelenmenschen uns gegenseitig auffangen können,uns gegenseitig Halt geben können uns gegenseitig retten können

Auch wenn es aussichtslos erscheint

Werde ich weiter auf dich mein Herz,mein Kätzchen warten das du zurück zu mir - in dein Zuhause in meinen Armen - kommst

So lange mein Herz schlägt und ich atme gebe ich die Hoffnung nicht auf

Ich werde dich immer lieben mein hav

[j0rdm0r]

Hittar mig själv på tomma bänkar runt Öresund.

[thepersonalwords]

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation, where they won´t be judged by the color of their skin, but by the contente of their character.

Martin Luther King, Jr.

[princess-earthquake-the-third]

They made a new hell of your own making it's called choices

[ask-papa-primo]

Good morning, Papa!

I tamed the venus flytraps! They still look like Audrey II's brood, but at least they are eating bugs and not people (or ghouls).

Whew, now that THAT'S done. How've you been?

I hope the nice weather is being kind to your joints. My knees have a bad habit of freezing up and being super ouchy when it's damp out.

I am waiting for summer, in all honesty.

[hahahmitski]

Abe, V and H (HAV)

Jacob was a bit hesitant, but looked more into Abe's bunker a bit more. Jacob then found a book, but it was filled with pictures and stories of V, H and himself. Even though they were hunting hollows and saving peculiars didn't mean they always had to always be so serious when doing stuff together. Some pictures were them holding hollow heads by their hands, maybe with a smile painted by their blood and so many more pictures of them being goofy. He showed the pictures to fugh, Noor and Emma so they could re-create those pictures. I swear HAV must of had a bunch of funny moments together.

P.S. Miss P knows about this and she was a bit hesitant, but allowed Jacob to continue searching most of his stuff to make sure they didn't have any more secrets that they had to solve.

[quotelr]

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation, where they won´t be judged by the color of their skin, but by the contente of their character.

Martin Luther King, Jr.

[felinefractious]

Havalot’s Khaleesi

🐱 Havana Brown

📸 Larry Johnson [Havalot]

🎨 Chocolate

[redoplus]

attaboy

[crowns-of-violets-and-roses]

Hav

In 1985 travel writer Jan Morris released her newest book chronicling the months she lived on the small and little known island nation of Hav.

Except that's not quite true. Morris is a travel writer, she wrote history and a memoir as well but travel was her main subject, and she did release Last Letters from Hav in 1985 but rather than being travel literature it is entirely fictional.

There isn't much in the way of a plot. For most of the books it simply relates different episodes from the time Morris spent in Hav.

The conceit that a work of fiction is a real text in universe is one I adore when executed well and Morris's execution is as near to perfect as I have seen.

Morris's extensive experience with travel writing lends Hav an extraordinary verisimilitude. With the exception of one scene late in the book it's all something that's easy to imagine reading in a real travel book.

Which isn't to say everything related is plausible to reality but when it departs from reality it's with embellishments or getting taken in by tall tales told by locals that you'd expect a real travel writer to relate.

Morris claims that many readers thought that Hav was a real place. While I'm generally skeptical of such claims, we've all heard the myths surrounding The War of the Worlds radio broadcast, I can almost believe it here.

Morris paints Hav so vividly that it almost feels that you can touch it. That you could close your eyes and see the city. Travel to the island and wander it's streets.

Hav is a book that's comfortable with ambiguity. I've grown tired of SFF that feels the need to always show the reader the truth with no room for uncertainty. Morris is more than happy to leave questions go unanswered. In one instance we get several different people's interpretation of an episode of Hav's history during World War 2 and absolutely none of them sound like they know what actually happened.

Morris is comfortable with not giving a answer and leaving the reader draw their own conclusions. Being willing to do that is central to why Hav feels real and many authors would benefit from learning from it.

The author and her surrogate character are well to do British women and there are chapters where that's very evident as there are parts where she exotifies the people of Hav. Given the nature of the book it can be hard to tell where the author ends and the narrator begins. It's genuinely not obvious to me whether this is just how Morris wrote about people in her travel writing or it was a deliberate decision made for her fiction.

If you decide to read it you should look for the new edition released in 2006 titled simply Hav. If it has an introduction by Ursula K Le Guin you have the right version.

This edition includes a short sequel Hav of the Myrmidons that was written by Morris thirty years after the original and is about her fictional alter ego returning to Hav thirty years after her original visit. It's not as good as the original but still a worthwhile read.

The book taken in it's entirety was of my favourite books I read last year. Morris masterfully evokes the country she has created, filling in a hundred details while hinting at even more. A life time as a travel writer made Morris able to make Hav feel real in a way few others could have.

[lareveusenoire]

Nun sind es 3 Wochen, 22 Tage,534 Stunden her als du mich das letzte mal geküsst hast

Ich dich das letzte mal gesehen,gerochen,gespürt habe

Es wird nicht besser oder einfacher je länger du weg bist

Die Sehnsucht nach dir und das Vermissen werden von Tag zu Tag schlimmer

Du fehlst mir so

Unser Reden,unser Schweigen,unser Blödsinn machen,unser spielen

Einfach alles

Einfach du

Ich funktioniere seit du weg bist nur

Spiele meine "Rolle" vor den anderen

Und warte auf die Momente wo ich alleine bin und mich dem Schmerz hingeben kann,egal auf welche Art

Mein Herz tut weh,weil du mein hav fehlst

Mein Körper schmerzt

Ich bekomme fast keinen Bissen runter,

Kann kaum schlafen,aus Angst einen deiner Besuche zu verpassen -sogar die Hunde spüren es mittlerweile wenn du kommst -und danach liege ich weinend im Bett

Es tut so weh von dir getrennt zu sein und ich warte und hoffe immer noch das du nach Hause in meine Arme kommst

Ich verspreche dir dich zu beschützen

Ich glaube auch nicht das es dir wirklich gut geht mit dem Schritt den du gegangen bist

Und es geht dir nicht gut,egal wie du dich ablenkst,es dir einredest oder sonst was

Unsere Seelen funktionieren nur gemeinsam

Unsere Herzen funktionieren nur gemeinsam

Denn wir gehören zusammen

Egal wie schwer es manchmal erscheint

Egal wie schwer wir es uns gegenseitig machen

Ich werde weiter auf dich warten

Ich werde weiter die Hoffnung für uns nicht aufgeben

Ich glaube an das einmalige,gemeinsame Band zwischen uns

Die Magie,unser Skandinavien,unsere Liebe

Ich liebe dich und werde dich immer lieben

Mein hav,mein Seelenmensch,mon chaton

Komm nach Hause und lass dich fallen

Ich fange dich auf

Ich verspreche es dir

[2corvusossifragus]

lumberjack werewolf grim reaper gf

[freespirit-87]

Hóhányás magasfokon avagy, sosenem lesz nyár. 🤣