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Language is what honors the vanishing.

Or is language what slows the leaving?

Or does it only deepen what we know of loss?

Inside us, constellations,

bit thread knotted into night’s black drape.

There are no right words,

if by right we mean perfect,

if by perfect we mean able to save us.

-From "The Failure of Language" by Jacqueline Berger


3:40 pm  34,989 notes

“I’ve decided to make up my mind
about nothing, to assume the water mask,
to finish my life disguised as a creek,
an eddy, joining at night the full,
sweet flow, to absorb the sky,
to swallow the heat and cold, the moon
and the stars, to swallow myself
in ceaseless flow.”

— Jim Harrison, Cabin Poem (via felicityfenton)

(via mooneyedandglowing)

8:20 am  173 notes

“The world is most beautiful at 4 AM because people are asleep and nature is wide awake.”

— this is beautiful (via caffheine)

(Source: hedonistpoet, via learningtobefre-ed)

2:34 am  168,433 notes

The Permanence of the Body

writingsforwinter:

This is how I learned the permanence of my own body:

When my uncle inherited his tumor and swayed under the weight

of knowing he could pass it down to his children

like mouths learn to love the hand that feeds them,

his wife tied a string of dinner spoons over the…

3:40 pm  938 notes

rachelmckibbens:

from my chapbook, MAMMOTH. 

8:20 am  88 notes

I can’t tell if I’m having an anxiety attack or a cardiac episode but Ativan will either fix it or bring my HR down so I guess I’m on the right track?

12:56 am

“I do things that I
dreamed about years before
when I read On the Road
and countless travel articles
in my bedroom until sunrise.
I chain smoke in the damp street
and walk to an
unknown apartment
with cold bottles
clanging against my thigh.
I sleep in a new bed every night
and make polite conversation
with people who will soon
forget my name.
It’s nice in the books;
it’s romantic and wonderful
when you read about characters
getting drunk and slipping in
and out of stranger’s lives like
a shapeless ghost
but in reality,
it’s sort of
lonely to live.”

San Francisco, 2014 | Lora Mathis

Making a series of poems about experiences in California. 

(via lora-mathis)

(via lora-mathis)

3:40 pm  628 notes

“The summer does not
gently enter like its counterpart;
she bursts into the room
smacking your eyes with
bright and hot and real.
She drips your clothes
which cling to your body
which clings to your flesh
which clings to your bones.
She makes you painfully aware
of everything.
This is a suffocation of sanity,
hours spent falling into the mirror
waiting for it
to spit you back out,
to set you free.
If you were clever,
you would run.”

Michelle K., Seasons of Sickness. (via michellekpoems)

8:20 am  558 notes

Its 0400 and I can’t calm down enough to sleep. I also can’t breathe through my nose, which really isn’t helping.
//get it together Shae come on now

4:05 am

michellekpoems:

alaskajunction:

"I have lived in my body for years and still need  maps and lights  to find my way to how I feel.” - Michelle K.

Don’t even care about the typo I love this so much

1:35 am  2,212 notes

Quick little thing.

housevsproana:

Because I’ve been seeing a lot of this on my dash lately, I want to make something clear: If you want advice, be prepared to receive advice. Nobody is going to tell you what you want to hear—they’re going to tell you what you need to hear. If you’re looking to get babied, remember to preface your…

12:48 am  30 notes

housevsproana:

DOCTORS DONT COMPLETE YEARS OF EDUCATION SO YOU CAN USE THE INTERNET TO DO THEIR JOB

DOCTORS DONT FALL INTO HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS OF DEBT SO YOU CAN USE THE INTERNET TO DO THEIR JOB

DOCTORS DONT WORK HARD SO YOU CAN USE THE INTERNET TO DO THEIR JOB

DOCTORS EXIST FOR A REASON. IF YOU’RE SICK, MENTALLY OR PHYSICALLY, GO SEE ONE. 

12:32 am  95 notes

“Last night my cigarette and I looked at the moon
and betrayed ourselves, saw a man
instead of the rabbit my father always taught me
to see: ears exchanged for a dull crater eye,
body a silent, angry mouth.”

— I have three poems in the first issue of Maps for Teeth! (via outsidewarmafghans)

(via myshoesuntied)

3:40 pm  208 notes

fionasmallshaw:

10am
Lyrics by Keaton Henson

8:20 am  109,597 notes

“I think the strongest prayer I’ve ever prayed is a single phrase I declared with complete honesty: God, I have no idea what you’re doing, but I trust you.”

— Thought about my drive home last night. (via churchjanitor)

(via bloodsavedus)

3:40 pm  16,279 notes

s.t.