Untitled

To speak of the class state is to speak of wooden wood. The state is and can be nothing other than the centralized executor of a class detached from the people, for the subjugation of a people disenfranchised and reduced to a dominated class. The process of state management thus divides human society into social classes by protecting the land along with the man-made means of production as the property of the privileged class, regulating the permission for the use of the property by the unpropertied class, which is nearly everyone, according to the principles of the sanctity of property privilege and of the preservation of the character of labor’s performance as the hiring out of labor power. The state is made exclusively for this purpose; it has never served another purpose; it could never be made useful to another purpose.

—Erich Mühsam (via class-struggle-anarchism)

-atlas:

this is one of the smallest parrots in the world aND I REACHED OUT TO GIVE HIM A SUNFLOWER SEED BUT HE WANTED A HEAD SCRATCH INSTEAD. MY HEART MELTED. JUST LOOK AT HIM

(via birdycreatures)

rosaluxmemeburg:

ridiculousdmheadlines:

Disrespectful woman has hair, touches it momentarily, is embarrassment to monarchy

i assume the comments are meant to sound like they’re sarcastically mocking the dm being ‘outraged’ over this?

postwhitesociety:

snakeoil:

notsopale:

The tea has been spilt repeat the tea has been spilt.

i literally saw a white girl wearing a bindi carrying a sign that said “STOP HATE” at pride the other day like, the irony was painful.

ohmygod

postwhitesociety:

snakeoil:

notsopale:

The tea has been spilt repeat the tea has been spilt.

i literally saw a white girl wearing a bindi carrying a sign that said “STOP HATE” at pride the other day like, the irony was painful.

ohmygod

(via local-shop)

I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser gate. All those… moments will be lost in time… like… tears in rain. Time to die.

(Source: robertkazinsky, via cisyphus)