“‘But somewhere in the heat of magic that boundary between word and thing ruptures. It cracks, and the one flows back into the other, and the two melt together and fuse. Language gets tangled up with the world it describes.’” -Lev Grossman, The Magicians
We hit the sidewalk, and dropped hands. How I wished, right then, that the whole world was a street.” —Aimee Bender | The Particular Sadness Of Lemon Cake (via amatteroftiming)
we have had our difficulties and there are many things
I want to ask you.
I tried that one time, high school, second lunch, and then again,
years later, in the chlorinated pool.
I am still talking to you about help. I still do not have
I have told you where I’m coming from, so put it together.
We clutch our bellies and roll on the floor …
When I say this, it should mean laughter,
I want more applesauce. I want more seats reserved for heroes.
Dear Forgiveness, I saved a plate for you.
Quit milling around the yard and come inside.” —Richard Siken, A Litany in Which Certain Things Get Crossed Out (via sebastianheath)
We don’t sleep when the sun goes down
We don’t waste no precious time
All my friends in the loop
Making up for teenage crime
“If you suffer your people to be ill-educated, and their manners corrupted from infancy, and then punish them for those crimes to which their first education disposed them, what else is to be concluded, sire, but that you first make thieves and then punish them” -Drew Barrymore in Ever After