In reality, Americans are less likely to move upward from their class of origin than are Germans, Canadians, Finns, French people, Swedes, Norwegians, or Danes. But the myth, fortified with bracing doses of positive thinking, persists. As two researchers at the Brookings Institution observed, a little wryly, in 2006:

“[The] strong belief in opportunity and upward mobility is the explanation that is often given for Americans’ high tolerance for inequality. The majority of Americans surveyed believe that they will be above mean income in the future (even though that is a mathematical impossibility).”

Barbara Ehrenreich, Bright-Sided:  How the Relentless Promotion of Positive Thinking Has Undermined America (via x09)

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  07/20/14 at 05:03pm

Let’s be real, in a time before the internet people didn’t have more adventures and make more meaningful connections. They watched TV and listened to CDs. Before that they listened to records and read magazines. Before that they listened to the radio and read bad dime novels. Before that they embroidered or some shit.

People have been staying inside and ignoring other people for as long as there have been buildings. 

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hey i heard u like bad girls, i dont mean to brag or anything but im really really bad. at everything.

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drinking alone bc u have no friends :) :) :) :)

  07/10/14 at 10:10pm


I crave intimacy but I get confused and uncomfortable when I’m shown even the slightest bit of attention or affection.

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When people say they’re tired of different looks/ a certain aesthetic like.. Just close your eyes??? Walk away from the screen??? Unfollow all the plant blogs you follow??

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  07/10/14 at 07:22pm

This is not a photograph of lovers, this is a 400 year old marble statue of Pluto and Proserpina

well shit


This is not a photograph of lovers, this is a 400 year old marble statue of Pluto and Proserpina

well shit

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I always knew when my eating disorder was reaching its peak, I’d trade my milky, sweet coffee for bitter black. I traded days out with friends for nights covering my bedsheets in salty tears.
But worst of all, when my eating disorder took over again, I traded my peacefully happy life for this numb, endless misery I tried to call living. I guess I was just surviving until the next day, just to repeat the process over, in hopes of feeling a little less hate toward myself.

This morning my coffee was as black as night, just the way I hated it. (via serenityandparadise)

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  07/08/14 at 10:27pm
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