M. Reluctantly twenty-two. Occasionally drunk, sometimes disorderly, usually confused and increasingly incoherent.


mumbling indistinctly about things no one cares about? now that’s extremely my shit


Melbourne in the 1970s (source: my dad)

Hardly a day passes I don’t think of him
in the asylum: younger

thank I am now, trudging the long road down
through madness toward death.

Everywhere in this world his music
explodes out of itself, as he

could not. And now I understand
something so frightening, and wonderful -

how the mind clings to the road it knows, rushing
through crossroads, sticking

like lint to the familiar.

Mary Oliver, from “Robert Schumann” (Dream Work, 1986)


Camilla Meijer

Still, what I want in my life
is to be willing
to be dazzled—
to cast aside the weight of facts

and maybe even
to float a little
above this difficult world.

Mary Oliver  (via ladyrosenred)


every now and my cat does something very human like and i get very nervous and ask him “are you a person trapped in a cat’s body. or did you choose this body” very seriously to see if this time he will communicate with me and he always kinda looks to the side and then does what i imagine to be a person doing a bad impression of a cat and it makes me so nervous cuz  i do way too much weird shit around my cat for him to actually be a dude pretending to be a cat