Not socialist in a “I won’t have to work” type of way but socialist in a “I’ll still be working but I won’t be worried I won’t make the rent” type of way. In a “billions won’t be hoarded by one person” type of way. In a “janitors, fast-food workers, child care workers, preschool teachers, hotel clerks, personal care and home health aides, and grocery store cashiers, will live comfortably” type of way. In a “the sick and elderly will be cared for” type of way. In a “no child should work” type of way.
In the “my illness won’t condemn me to an early, ignominious death” kind of way.
(via manicpixiedreamspock)
Que triste soñar con una relación y ahí tampoco ser amada o deseada. My 13th reason
Te ame tanto que te tengo tatuado en la piel. Un recuerdo que me llevaré hasta el fin.
worst part about getting angry is how much it makes you want to be mean
sorry i said something dickish. a few mildly frustrating things happened to me in succession and it turned me evil
there is a huge difference between criticizing an institution and criticizing individual behavior. i can criticize the makeup industry without criticizing the 14 year old girl who uses concealer because she’s self-conscious about her acne; i can criticize the plastic surgery industry without vilifying the woman who decided to get a nose job after two decades of pointed comments and bullying. it is intellectually dishonest to respond to an institutional criticism as if it were a personal attack; on the flip side, it is cruel and unnecessary to leverage personal attacks in the name of institutional criticism
if i see one (1) more person respond to a perfectly reasonable beauty-industry-critical sentiment with “but i personally enjoy eyeshadow. why are you attacking people who like eyeshadow :(” or “exactly, all women who wear makeup are miserable and brainwashed” i am going to climb a tree and bite the top of it
losing the idgaf war badly (I want to be in love and to have someone be in love with me)
wish i could go missing for a little bit and no one would freak out and then i could come back and they’d be like “did you have fun going missing” and i’d be like “yeah, thanks” and then i could do that every couple of months or so and it wouldn’t be a big deal
“Still, that’s the point of love; you love someone despite their flaws.”— (via perrfectly)
(via hatin)
Your secret is safe with me (i dissociated mid sentence and didn’t hear a thing you said)
(via kocaineeq)