(via quitecontinental)
overpronator
aka flat-footed
“The difference between how you look and how you see yourself is enough to kill most people … the reason vampires don’t die is because they can never see themselves in photographs or mirrors.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Haunted
If looks could kill
“Love consists of this: two solitudes that meet, protect and greet each other.”
-Ranier Maria Rilke2
Accept ≈ Respect ≈ Love
In the morning mice scamper
over the head
over the floor of the head
shreds of conversations
scraps of a poem
the room’s muse
enters
in a blue apron
sweeps
such important guests
visit my master
well Heraclitus the Ephesian for example
or the prophet Isaiah
today no one rings
the master paces about impatiently
talks to himself
tears up innocent papers
in the evening goes out in an unknown direction
the muse unties her blue apron
rests her elbows on the window sill
leans out
waits
for her sergeant
with the red mustaches
— Zbigniew Herbert, “Ordinariness of the Soul” http://ow.ly/dWU2r
enters
in a blue apron
sweeps
such important guests
visit my master
well Heraclitus the Ephesian for example
or the prophet Isaiah
today no one rings
the master paces about impatiently
talks to himself
tears up innocent papers
in the evening goes out in an unknown direction
the muse unties her blue apron
rests her elbows on the window sill
leans out
waits
for her sergeant
with the red mustaches
— Zbigniew Herbert, “Ordinariness of the Soul” http://ow.ly/dWU2r
Photo: Kanoa Zimmerman
Freckles. Via Abduzeedo. Which reminds me of Super Sad True Love Story’s Eunice Park. Which in turn reminds me of my current state.
