The real damage is done by those millions who want to 'survive.' The honest men who just want to be left in peace. Those who don’t want their little lives disturbed by anything bigger than themselves. Those with no sides and no causes. Those who won’t take measure of their own strength, for fear of antagonizing their own weakness. Those who don’t like to make waves—or enemies. Those for whom freedom, honour, truth, and principles are only literature. Those who live small, mate small, die small. It’s the reductionist approach to life: if you keep it small, you’ll keep it under control. If you don’t make any noise, the bogeyman won’t find you. But it’s all an illusion, because they die too, those people who roll up their spirits into tiny little balls so as to be safe. Safe?! From what? Life is always on the edge of death; narrow streets lead to the same place as wide avenues, and a little candle burns itself out just like a flaming torch does. I choose my own way to burn. (Sophie Scholl)

 

uhmeliamay:

uhmeliamay:

Pull my hair and bite my neck

Or just play with my hair and cuddle with me I’m not picky

vinegod:

Why wouldn’t you join in?? by ScottySire

absolute-virginia-flute-exe:

I find it funny how we Americans don’t even get mad at being insulted anymore. We literally just correct the insults with facts to make them even worse and sit there like

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vinegod:

Narrating People’s Lives: At the Strip Mall! (I couldn’t resist XD) 👋 by Thomas Sanders