#over

There isn't any me. I'm you. Don't make up a separate me. ↗

— Ernest Hemingway

#love

A dog has the soul of a philosopher. ↗

— Plato

#doglovers #kindness #love #love

…..she needed him to know she did not care. She was spirited, tenacious, and full of contempt for him. ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#hate-to-love #jamie-weise #love #lover #lovers

You're in love with her, aren't you?" I pause. Am I? I sign and clasp my hands behind my head, not sure what to say. "I'm trying so hard not to be," I say quietly, admitting it to myself for the first time. ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#this-girl #love

I was once attacked by a Federal park. But due to governmental inefficiencies, I had to report it to highway patrol.
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— Jarod Kintz

#funny #government #humor #inefficient #food

Marissa laughed, utterly delighted with her mate. "Later. Food first." Butch settled back immediately, like she'd called his lust to a heel and it behaved because it wanted to be a good boy. As she left, the cop's eyes followed her with rank hunger and adoration. V shook his head. "You are a total sap. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#black-dagger-brotherhood #butch #butch-vishous #j-r-ward #lover-revealed

We don't have milk cows. People have so many stereotypes of people from where I come from - Oklahoma. We don't ride around in covered wagons, either. ↗

— Carrie Underwood

#come #covered #cows #either #i

Poverty is when there is no food and a child is forced to fill its stomach with water for the night. ↗

— Matsime Simon Mohapi

#debts #depths-of-poverty #indecent-life #food

True generosity consists precisely in fighting to destroy the causes which nourish false charity. False charity constrains the fearful and subdued, the "rejects of life," to extend their trembling hands. True generosity lies in striving so that these hands--whether of individuals or entire peoples--need be extended less and less in supplication, so that more and more they become human hands which work and, working, transform the world. ↗

— Paulo Freire

#poverty #revolution #life

I know I grew up in the time when a young man in a baggy suit and slicked-down hair stood spraddle-legged in the crossroads of history and talked hot and mean about the colored, giving my poor and desperate people a reason to feel superior to somebody, to anybody. I know that even as the words of George Wallace rang through my Alabama, the black family who lived down the dirt road from our house sent fresh-picked corn and other food to the poor white lady and her three sons, because they knew their daddy had run off, because hungry does not have a color. ↗

— Rick Bragg

#george-wallace #hunger #poverty #family