love the word “rapscallion”. like not only are you a rascal but you’re also kind of spring onion about it too

you will not guess where this ao3 summary is going

— Gillian Flynn, from Dark Places (via mythaelogy)

Explains pretty much my whole situation

Wanda: Take me to art museums and make out with me.

Natasha: But they said to not touch the masterpieces.

Wanda, winks: Well, somebody's gotta pin the artwork to the wall...

Yelena, sigh: Can we just have one normal dinner?! Just one night, can we?!

If you’re unemployed, it’s not because there isn’t any work.

Just look around: A housing shortage, crime, pollution; we need better schools and parks. Whatever our needs, they all require work. And as long as we have unsatisfied needs, there’s work to be done.

So ask yourself, what kind of world has work but no jobs? It’s a world where work is not related to satisfying our needs, a world where work is only related to satisfying the profit needs of business.

This country was not built by the huge corporations or government bureaucracies. It was built by people who work. And, it is working people who should control the work to be done. Yet, as long as employment is tied to somebody else’s profits, the work won’t get done.

Was expecting classist bullshit, got the exact opposite

This is so ubelievably important and I hate that I have to keep re-explaining it to people.

— Cassandra (Cassandra: A Novel and Four Essays by Christa Wolf)

“There was that coldness inside me. I felt hollow and dangerous.”

— Tim O'Brien, “The Things They Carried” (via j-existe)

don’t!!! fake!!!! your!!!! interests!!!! to!!!! make!!!! someone!!!! like!!!!! you!!!!

don’t!!! bury!!!! your!!!! interests!!! to!!!!! make!!!! someone!!!! like!!!!! you!!!!

seagull girl and bird boy should meet and become a bird family

that’s just impressive

I’m in love

My cat emerged from behind my TV like a blood lusted demon at these sounds what in the fuck

more scared of getting old than dying young

Don't stop talking about Palestine