#top

Voter suppression laws, overzealous filibuster use, you name it - the Republicans use every tactic they can to stop our democracy from actually selecting the person with the most support. ↗

— Jennifer Granholm

#democracy #every #filibuster #laws #most

...I've spent the last fifteen years of my life railing against the game of soccer, an exercise that has been lauded as "the sport of the future" since 1977. Thankfully, that future dystopia has never come. ↗

— Chuck Klosterman

#future #humor #soccer #sports #humor

Life is a journey, and I may not have always lived up to my ability, but I have always lived purposefully, and I guess readers get caught up with me, raising the questions, looking for the answers, looking to be a little more understanding, a little less judgmental, a little more merciful. I hope so. ↗

— Carol Plum-Ucci

#life

There is no way I can avoid thinking about the kind of world I belong to. The abuse of utopias disfigures everything. ↗

— Floriano Martins

#life #utopia #world #life

Life is excellent or life blows, depending on how you look at it. ↗

— Carol Plum-Ucci

#life

In the street, he turned west and walked against a tide of blank-eyed, gum-chewing faces. A taxi went over a manhole cover, clink-clank. Steam was rising from an excavation at the corner. The world was like a puzzle with half the pieces missing. What was the pont of all these drab buildings, this dirty sky? ↗

— Damon Knight

#onomatopoeia #prose-poetry #urban-life #life

Even though they won't finish in the top four this season, they will still be of the contenders next season. ↗

— Alan Hansen

#finish #four #next #season #still

I swing my arms to loosen myself up. Place my fists on my hips. then drop them to my sides. Saliva's filling my mouth at a ridiculous rate and i feel vomit at the back of my throat. I swallow hard and open my lips so I can get the stupid line out and go hide in the woods and-that's when i start crying. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#dystopia-fiction #paintings #teen-fiction #teen

He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. ↗

— W.H. Auden

#love

The music coming from inside sounded like robots fucking. And complaining about it. In rhythmic monotone. European robots. ↗

— Christopher Moore

#you-suck #love