mere air, these words

it’s funny how sometimes I can guess a tumblr user just by what they post.

• somewhatforeign - Lord of the Rings gifs, articles about political movements, bad cartoons about being a 20something writer
• jackgoodwin - cars, Pokemon references
• alexisfancy - skinny topless girls with tattoos, blazers, instagrams from Tallahassee’s finest drunken nights
• alexher - myspace-esque questionnaires, football commentary, occasional incredible urban photograph
• kgtl - pictures that seemingly have nothing to do with following text, Wes Anderson movie stills
• bokonice9 - mountains and rivers, portraits of Beat poets and jazz musicians, Tao quotes
• jessieflux - unbearably cool anecdotes about life in New York/America’s northeastern shoreline, webcam pics
• theginamarie - Hillary Clinton
• digitiminimi - internet jokes you won’t understand, stories about life in the hospital with terms you won’t understand, adorable cat pictures
• johnisdead - text posts only made of a title, gifs of self making funny faces
• sixsicksuck - wolves, black and white pictures of pseudo-bondage

it makes me wonder 1) what my own tumblr can be boiled down to, 2) if we don’t take blogging seriously enough, and 3) if we all take blogging too seriously. thoughts?

Traveler

Your first time out of the country
of your own skin, I didn’t bring a map.

You always hated that I’d been lucky
enough to pick my way through streets

I couldn’t pronounce to find cathedrals,
graveyards. If you were a city, you said,

I’d only like to know your suburbs.

If you were a city, I said, I’d like to know
your poor neighborhoods, your inner parts.

Read your graffiti. Drink your tap water.
Feel your smog and dirt stick to my sweat.

Hear your orchestra of sirens and gunshots.
I’d know which of your streets to walk.

If you were a city, I’d expect to be robbed.

— Heather Sommer

moledro

dictionaryofobscuresorrows:

n. a feeling of resonant connection with an author or artist you’ll never meet, who may have lived centuries ago and thousands of miles away but can still get inside your head and leave behind morsels of their experience, like the little piles of stones left by hikers that mark a hidden path through unfamiliar territory.