|—||Fyodor Dostoevsky (via hellanne)|
if you put a frog in boiling water, it will jump out.
if you put a frog in warm water and gradually turn up the heat until the water is boiling, the frog will remain there until it dies.
and that is an abusive relationship.
|—||Charles Dickens, from Martin Chuzzlewit (Chapman & Hall, 1844)|
your mouth with the force of language,
to have spoken your name at all.
|—||Greg Watson, from “Now" in The Distance Between Two Hands (March Street Press, 2008)|
|—||Michelle K., Things I Wish I Knew How To Do (via larmoyante)|
there are as many minds as there
are heads, then there are as many
kinds of love as there are hearts.
|—||Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina (via observando)|
- I left you my umbrella because you promised me it wouldn’t rain.
- Did you teach him that thing you like, the thumb thing? Say no.
- Your face is still my wallpaper. I guess that’s not healthy.
- I need you to laugh with.
- Be happy. Sort of. Actually, not really.
- I don’t think I’ll ever find another back pocket that fits my hand like yours.
- That ass <3
- I hate you.
- I love you.
- Hello. Is anybody out there?
of sunless cliffs
And of gray waters.
Let the gods speak softly of us.
It may roll between the teeth
or hum on the palate. Love, after all, starts
on tongue against teeth and ends on lips.
To communicate once meant to take communion.
I take the wafer into my mouth:
speech. Silence as it melts on my tongue.
|—||Lisa Ampleman, from “Mouth: To Say,” in Full Cry (NFSPS Press, 2013)|
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