"Own only what you can always carry with you: know languages, know countries, know people. Let your memory be your travel bag."
— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn (via emotional-algebra)
(via souls-of-my-shoes)
For a moment
I felt as though my tongue wasn’t mine
Any longer.
It was taken away from me
And with it my ability to speak.
It was eaten up,
Swallowed in small bits and pieces
All that remained
Was my small, pink, round
Uvula.
Hanging there
In the mid-air of my throat.
-Hannah Aisling
