Mi pesadilla es siempre el optimismo: me duermo débil, sueño que soy fuerte,pero el futuro aguarda. Es un abismo. No me lo digan cuando me despierte.







Fani.18. México. Comunista.
Reblogged from capocoreano  85 134 notas
fvux:


“An anthropologist proposed a game to children in an african tribe. He put a basket full of fruit near a tree and told the children that whoever got there first won the sweet fruits. When he told them to run, they all took eachothers hands and ran together, then sat together enjoying their treats.
When he asked them why they had run like that when one could have had all the fruits for himself, they said ‘UBUNTU, how can one of us be happy if all the others are sad?’ (‘UBUNTU’ in the Xhosa culture means: ‘I am because we are)”

wow

fvux:

“An anthropologist proposed a game to children in an african tribe. He put a basket full of fruit near a tree and told the children that whoever got there first won the sweet fruits. When he told them to run, they all took eachothers hands and ran together, then sat together enjoying their treats.

When he asked them why they had run like that when one could have had all the fruits for himself, they said ‘UBUNTU, how can one of us be happy if all the others are sad?’ (‘UBUNTU’ in the Xhosa culture means: ‘I am because we are)”

wow

Reblogged from weltschmerzthetinygirl  8 notas

kurt-vonnegutted:

I’m kind of at that point after a relationship when you’re occasionally sad about it but mostly you know you’re better off and now you just need to be constantly hugged and cuddled and maybe kissed by other cute boys with long eyelashes and big hands but also maybe not also maybe you don’t need anyone but yourself idk love is weird I want a bagel