An Absurd Reasoning
The difficult or heavy resolution

Teach me the way your shoulders
stayed stubborn and soft for years
before the hardness of you, before the
stiff collar of you.

I am the goddess of
going away and still being
beautiful about it.
I am the goddess of holding the phone
and knowing your number by heart
and dialling no one.

I will make up a guy to tell you about.
How he kissed me all wrong,
how he tasted like cheap flavour
and a city unheard of,
how I still have his watch at my bedside
and how I never knew seconds
ticked so fast, so loud.

I walk myself home and
listen to no one answer their phones
and keep the window open this night
and feel the wind practice darts,
feel it forget how tender this skin is,
how prone to purple and bruise.

I keep the blanket off but near
and I write myself a poem about
how many things I am forgetting about you,
about how many poems I have written
about just this.

A Few Lost Things | Ramna Safeer (via inkywings)

ipreferdrawingtotalking:

Painting in the Garden with van Gogh.
plantj-e:

Self-Portrait, 1887.Vincent van Gogh.
xangeoudemonx:

Antonina Vasylchenko Backstage at Tadashi Shoji Fall 2014.
October 19. The inner world can only be experienced, not described.
— Franz Kafka, The Blue Octavo Notebooks (via paveo)

(Source: kafkaesque-world, via paveo)


kafkasapartment:

Untitled (the Couple at La Methode), 1960’s. Christer Strömholm. Gelatin silver print
I am afraid that it is always going to be this way -
you always using my emotions against me.
— Things I Never Got To Tell You, Part 31 (via venula)

(via 13neighbors)


common-paradox:

self-portrait with cigarette, hamburg may 2014
The mouth is made for communication, and nothing is more articulate than a kiss.
Jarod Kintz, It Occurred to Me (via wordsnquotes)

(via p-e-r-c-e-p-t-i-o-n)


common-paradox:

hanna and normen