ljuvliga:

ljuvliga:

This halloween I taped a sign saying COMMUNISM in red on my chest and handed out one piece of candy for each kid and if they complain I say, “Well, look at that you just learned about Communism.” One dad already gave me a dirty look.

stop my mom made me take it off because one little girl demanded more candy and I said “whoa calm down, capitalism”

growing-orbits:

November

These anonymous
leaves, their wet
bodies pressed
against the window

or falling past—
I count them
in my sleep,
absolving gravity,

absolving even death
who knows as I do
the imperatives
of the season.

Linda Pastan, from “The Months

“If it’s a legitimate storm, your house has a way of shutting itself down to protect itself.”

(Source: dashedlines)

kvetchlandia:

Tom Waits     Uncredited and Undated Photograph

“Most of the people I admire, they usually smell funny and don’t get out much. It’s true. Most of them are either dead or not feeling well.”  Tom Waits

What counts as activism? Why didn’t the kind of emotional self-care me and my girls were doing—talking to each other about all the fucked-up shit we were going through as brown girls—count? Why didn’t my best friend driving her elderly East African mother to the doctor and renegotiating her way through the layers of the racist, sexist, condescending bullshit medical system count as activism? Did staying alive count as activism? Did re-learning Tamil, one of my Sri Lankan family’s languages, count? Did cooking good Sri Lankan food and learning how to cook those recipes I didn’t have female family members around to teach me count? As a South Asian femme immigrant who was having a shitty week, did shopping at the MAC counter and finding the perfect shade of fuchsia lip gloss for my milk-tea skin count?
Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha, “A Time to Hole Up And a Time to Kick Ass” in We Don’t Need Another Wave  (via loveyourchaos)

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People: You're so quiet, like you don't talk
Me: I talk, just not to you
The further a society drifts from truth, the more it will hate those that speak it.
— George Orwell (via loveyourchaos)

(Source: whimsicalele)

Discover the world. Take pictures. Live cheaply.
— Donna Ferrato (via nodisparenalperiodista)
Thereis no worse
hell
than
to remember
vividly
a kiss
that never occurred.
— Richard Brautigan (via ancient-serpent)

(Source: beautyisanillusion)

hommos:

wow tumblr is back i almost did something productive phew

nlmsbb:

prettieandsick:

I think the concept of virginity was created by men who thought their penises were so important it changes who a woman is.

realist shit I have ever read.

(Source: when-i-was-a-young-wart-hog)

disparateyouth:

if i was e e cummings i would say “e e leavings” every time i left a room

(Source: njena)

Don’t underestimate me. Don’t take me for granted. Don’t take advantage of my kindness. Be good. 

(Source: poopcrapper)

If you limit your choices only to what seems possible or reasonable, you disconnect yourself from what you truly want, and all that is left is compromise.
— Anaïs Nin   (via stxxz)

(Source: whimsicalele)