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"  

I stay up until three in the morning
reading someone else’s words.

Waiting for each sentence to permeate
my consciousness
to mean something to me.

When I focus on the right poem
the right string of words—
all the world stops and I can
focus on the quiet.

If I put all my attention
into focusing on this
I can pull it all from the furthest
corners of my mind
and I can meditate inside it
for a few moments. I
can live inside it.

Nothing else matters
outside of what I have found, there.
That silence.

I wake up, eat Ethiopian food
and come back to more words
written
by more strangers. It has
always been so much easier
for me to connect
with strangers

through their work
than actual humans
I have met—
seen to face to face.
witnessed their breathing
patterns. their footsteps.

all these memories swimming
around in my consciousness—
they belong to me.

I should probably be doing
something with them, rather
than just letting them lay around,
marinating.

  "
"On Poetry and Strangers" by Radha Kistler {radhakistler.com}

(Source: floatinginthethoughtstreams, via modernmethadone)

brohloff:

I AM SORRY FOR WHAT I HAVE DONE

Brad Rohloff

Commercial Engraving on Machete (Materials Study)

2014

(via cumomelet)

→ List of crash diets

ladiesagainstproana:

ABC Diet: eat nothing but scrabble tiles. eat two games a week or ana will be mad.

Russian Gymnast Diet: only eat gymnasts. once you have absorbed their power, migrate to russia and ana will make you thin.

Skinny Girl Diet: only eat skinny girls. you are what you eat…

faypants:

Three photos taken in the same place, different times of the year.

(via saddimples)

"   She was the third beer. Not the first one, which the throat receives with almost tearful gratitude; nor the second, that confirms and extends the pleasure of the first. But the third, the one you drink because it’s there, because it can’t hurt, and because what difference does it make?   "

(Source: dotropolis, via sober-princess)

joshcalvin:

Everything changes. I don’t want mine to this time. You enjoy sucking on dreams. So I will fall asleep with someone other than you. I had a thought you would take me seriously and listen…”

SHARON VAN ETTEN → serpents