#hum

It seems to me that a man who can think straight along for forty-seven years without changing a single idea ought to be kept in a cabinet as a curiosity. ↗

— Jean Webster

#change

I do not understand what makes mothers think they are walking-talking thermometers.But I think somewhere during the process of giving birth and changing diapers, they actually begin to belive they have this supernatural sense. ↗

— Melody Carlson

#mothers #supernatural #change

The Produce Gem grins from half-way down the chip aisle. “And I thought the cucumber choosing was detailed.” Cash. He was watching. He saw me breaking it down. He saw my invisible bad summer-time fashion choices. ↗

— Pella Grace

#romance #love

I didn’t know you were such a light-weight. I would have cut you off, Love Lump.” I make a face, digging the bottle from the couch cushions. “Light-weight? This motherfucker is gone. Light-weight. Come lay on me. I’ll slap your sweet pussy swollen. ↗

— Pella Grace

#romance #smut #love

Snatch is an ugly word,” I say. “Like it’s going to rip my dick off. Yeah—that is an ugly motherfucking word. But pussy? It just sounds soft. Cuddly. It sounds wonderful. Pussy. I love that word. ↗

— Pella Grace

#romance #smut #love

Don’t make me climb across this desk and slap you, because I will. ↗

— H.M. Ward

#fight #humor #love #sarcasm #love

The changes that are external and limited to surface are temporary and fade away quickly. We should make the inner changes so that the reflection of them outside would be what we expect. ↗

— Ilia M. R.

#life #change

See, phrenology is this old Victorian science, which claimed you could determine the dominant traits of a man's personality by studying the bumps on his head. The size and position of these bumps indicated different personality traits. See? Now, /retro-phrenology/ says, why not change a man's personality by hitting him on the head with a hammer, till you raise just the right bumps in the right places!" "One of us needs a lot more drinks," said Alex. "That's starting to make sense. ↗

— Simon R. Green

#john #nightside #phrenology #taylor #change

I've been coming to this circle for about five years, and measuring it. The diameter and the circumference are constantly changing, but the radius stays the same. Which brings me to the number 5. There are five letters in the word Blaine. Now, if you mix up the letters in the word Blaine, mix 'em around, eventually, you'll come up with Nebali. Nebali. The name of a planet in a galaxy way, way, way... way far away. And another thing. Once you go into that circle, the weather never changes. It is always 67 degrees with a 40% chance of rain. ↗

— David Cross

#change

In that time while he was still aware, which was the worse, I wonder: the agony of his physical torture or the horror of their utter hatred, of their moral certainty that he was so beyond the bounds of what they could accept that he deserved not just a death but one of such brutality, such inhumanity, as would make the seraphs who burned Sodom bow their heads in cold respect? What is it like, I wonder, to learn the full capacity of hatred in a lesson hammered home with bone broken on wood and skin ripped on barbed wire? ↗

— Hal Duncan

#hatred #inhumanity #death