Conversation once colored by esteem became dialogue as a diagram of a play for blood. Took a vacation, my palate got clean. Now I can taste your agenda while you’re spittting your cud. And it doesn’t make sense I should fall for the kingcraft of a meritless crown. No, it doesn’t seem right.

Fiona Apple. Not About Love. (via esprit-follet)

About Janet Morris

I'm from Huntsville, Alabama. I've got as many college credits as a doctorate candidate, and the GPA of some of them, too. I have a boss by the name of Amy Pond. She's a dachshund. My parents both grew up in Alabama.