Sugar Pill

theclotheshorse:

by Dear Lolita

theparisreview:

In the morning mice scamperover the headover the floor of the headshreds of conversationsscraps of a poemthe room’s museentersin a blue apronsweepssuch important guestsvisit my masterwell Heraclitus the Ephesian for exampleor the prophet Isaiahtoday no one ringsthe master paces about impatientlytalks to himselftears up innocent papersin the evening goes out in an unknown directionthe muse unties her blue apronrests her elbows on the window sillleans outwaitsfor her sergeantwith the red mustaches—Zbigniew Herbert, “Ordinariness of the Soul”Photography Credit Kanoa Zimmerman

paperskull:

having a panic attack

xtinaax0:

Omggggg!!