#plainspeaking

[apologiesnope]

Spot-on.

[queensoftheresistance]

That I happen to be pale, and sometimes to look diffident, is no business of yours. That I am fond of books, and indisposed for common gossip, is still less your business. That I am a "romantic chit of a girl," is a mere conjecture on your part: I never romanced to you, nor to anybody you know.  ...You dislike me: you have no just reason for disliking me; therefore keep the expression of your aversion to yourself.

Caroline Helstone bursts out in a manner worthy of applause (from Charlotte Brontë’s Shirley).

[irvzallinit]

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Shoutout to my fellow "weirdo" brother Milo. Another brother who embraces the culture, but chooses to walk to a different beat. I'm guessing his mother told him like mine did..."move different, the damn police have a hard time telling the difference from our people as it is" 😂😂😂😂🙌🏾 #plainspeaking #scallopshotel #BooKooBreadCo #hiphop

[fishinblack]

"The below email is from a member. Please execute."

Er, no.

[queensoftheresistance]

Don't think I ever counted myself much, or much worthy of God's notice. He knows full well what a wanderer I am and what thin milk I was fed on. But it matters to us. If anything they say is true, how could I-how could you-if we don't put up as stiff a fight against Rupert as we can, I should be ashamed of heaven and ashamed of my soul and cringe to hear anyone speak my name after I am gone.

Margaret Coventry, Plenilune, by Jennifer Freitag

[queensoftheresistance]

'I would rather he thought well of me.' said Bella, 'though he swept the street for bread, than that you did, though you splashed the mud upon him from the wheels of a chariot of pure gold.--There! ...And for a long time past, when you have thought you set yourself above him, I have only seen you under his feet,' said Bella--'There! And throughout I saw in him the master, and I saw in you the man--There! And when you used him shamefully, I took his part and loved him--There! I boast of it!' After which strong avowal Bella underwent reaction, and cried to any extent, with her face on the back of her chair.

Bella Wilfer in Our Mutual Friend, by Charles Dickens, at last unburdening herself in favor of the apparently much-abused Mr. Rokesmith.

I would have cried after making such an outburst, too.

[queensoftheresistance]

"God?" said Kate, revolted. "You don't look like any god to me, Christopher Heron! You look like a piece of gilded ginger-bread, that's what you look like, one of those cakes they sell at a fair!"

Kate Sutton, The Perilous Gard, by Elizabeth Marie Pope

[stuartgriffith]

Well now, i missed this originally, but I believe his sincerity.. Things are going to get very messy and we are years away from the bottom...