what she says: i'm fine
what she means: the bourgeoisie is just as necessary a precondition for the socialist revolution as is the proletariat itself.
the-vashta-nerada:
not a blogger. a khaleesi
give your daughters difficult names. give your daughters names that command the full use of tongue. my name makes you want to tell me the truth. my name doesn’t allow me to trust anyone that cannot pronounce it right. —warsan shire.
I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself. —
Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre (via larmoyante)
I love you — I’m not afraid to admit that, even if it isn’t reciprocated — but I love myself more. And I must start taking care of the things I love. —
Charlotte Green, Don’t Tell Me You Love Me (via larmoyante)
She wants to know if I love her, that’s all anyone wants from anyone else, not love itself but the knowledge that love is there, like new batteries in the flashlight in the emergency kit in the hall closet. —
Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close (via larmoyante)
godheadcomplex:
youre not a real tumblr user until you hate tumblr but cant stop using it
Most things about me are hard to explain, I guess, like how I’m mostly delusional and live in a half-imaginary world but am also a realist to the core. I’m just a bunch of contradictions most of the time and I don’t like it, but I also do. —
Marianna Paige