“dryhump”
Image: Page from a book that reads:
“I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep
& there are no words for that.”
Aside of the fact that presenting this poem without credit is problematic, I can’t with the romanticization of the “ancient Egyptians” and “Eskimos” and those so many words for this one mundane thing -memes.
My favourite pet peeve in the whole wide world is the ‘the X have Y amount of words for Z’. If anyone tried to chat me up with this poem, they’d be met with a cold stare and quite possibly a lecture on linguistics and othering.
World, whenever you want me to dump you, read me this poem.
(Source: observando)
