“D’you know what happens when you hurt people?” Ammu said.
“When you hurt people, they begin to love you less. That’s what careless words do. They make people love you a little less.”
A cold moth with unusually dense dorsal tufts landed lightly on Rahel’s heart. Where its icy legs touched her, she got goosebumps. Six goosebumps on her careless heart.
A little less her Ammu loved her.
The God of Small Things, Arundhati Roy
- White Girl:
- *whines about how cultural appropriation is wrong*
- *has stretched ears*
“She was not the kind of woman who wanted her future told. She dreaded it too much. So if she were granted one small wish perhaps it would only have been Not to Know. Not to know what each day held in store for her. Not to know where she might be, next month, next year. Ten years on. Not to know which way her road might turn and what lay beyond the bend. And Ammu knew. Or thought she knew, which was really just as bad (because if in a dream you’ve eaten fish, it means you’ve eaten fish).” —Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things (via chyertimaiden)
Sometimes I just want to say I have “Native stuff” to do today, in order to get out of class.
- Mom (to boyfriend): You're an ass, man.
- Mom's boyfriend: I AM an ass man
- Me: I thought he was a blowjob man.
'Don't follow me if you're a muggle'
Well that’s just about FUCKING EVERYBODY!!
Today was a really good day with my friends.