#Class 196

[national-rail]

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[emilytakesphoto]

these new caf ones are really ugly honestly. why do they look so aggressive. part of its the livery i think, on the 197s the livery somewhat serves to hide it

[queen-lotti3]

[smudgeplifkin]

clASS Conciousness

[xanthania]

[illiterate-oscillating-rat]

"It would never happen here"

- people from the place where it's currently happening.

[whereserpentswalk]

The middle class isn't a thing in America. It is a concept created by capitalist society to describe workers whose labor struggles society can completely dismiss any validity of. But there is not middle class in any material way.

[bootleg-nessie]

Class consciousness is soooooo hot. If you’re class conscious you’re automatically 10x hotter and sexier and better than everyone else

[jfk-blown-away-blog]

Just submitted my last assignments for this semester, and well, even if I get the lowest possible score on my last assignments I'll still pass both classes.

[coolmaycroft]

Y'all think you're so class conscious but my tastebuds don't know income difference. Get on my level.

[miconia]

party caucus in the house tonight

everybody gonna vote or smth

ap gov gon’ make me looooseee my mind

everybody gonna vote tonight

[layla-was-here]

The day to day of a young happily single women in London, 1840s, recorded by Henry Mayhew, in 'London Labour and the London Poor, Vol. 1,' 1851.

A woman of about 26 or 27—I may again remark that the regular street-sellers rarely know their age—made the following statement. She was spare and sickly looking, but said that her health was tolerably good. “I used to mind my mother’s stall,” she stated, “when I was a girl, when mother wasn’t well or had a little work at pea-shelling or such like. She sold sweet-stuff. No, she didn’t make it, but bought it. I never cared for it, and when I was quite young I’ve sold sweet-stuffs as I never tasted. I never had a father. I can’t read or write, but I like to hear people read. I go to Zion Chapel sometimes of a Sunday night, the singing’s so nice. I don’t know what religion you may call it of, but it’s a Zion Chapel. Mother’s been dead these—well I don’t know how long, but it’s a long time. I’ve lived by myself ever since, and kept myself, and I have half a room with another young woman who lives by making little boxes. I don’t know what sort of boxes. Pill-boxes? Very likely, sir, but I can’t say I ever saw any. She goes out to work on another box-maker’s premises. She’s no better off nor me. We pays 1s. 6d. a-week between us; it’s my bed, and the other sticks is her’n. We ’gree well enough. I haven’t sold sweet stuff for a great bit. I’ve sold small wares in the streets, and artificials (artificial flowers), and lace, and penny dolls, and penny boxes (of toys). No, I never hear anything improper from young men. Boys has sometimes said, when I’ve been selling sweets, ‘Don’t look so hard at ’em, or they’ll turn sour.’ I never minded such nonsense. I has very few amusements. I goes once or twice a month, or so, to the gallery at the Wick (Victoria Theatre), for I live near. It’s beautiful there. O, it’s really grand. I don’t know what they call what’s played, because I can’t read the bills. “I hear what they’re called, but I forgets. I knows Miss Vincent and John Herbert when they come on. I likes them the best. I’m a going to leave the streets. I have an aunt a laundress, because she was mother’s sister, and I always helped her, and she taught me laundressing. I work for her three and sometimes four days a-week now, because she’s lost her daughter Ann, and I’m known as a good ironer. Another laundress will employ me next week, so I’m dropping the streets, as I can do far better. I’m not likely to be married and I don’t want to.”

[dumbass5202]

Hashtag don’t eat the rich eat their ass

-i found this in a note from 3 months ago, i do not remember writing this i do not remember creating this, they are getting to me

[amogii]

Imma be honest with you guys, I have no idea what my degree is in. All I know is that i showed up to classes, and passed enough of them to be recive a degree. Then after a year at working at McDonald's my lawyer was furious with me and shoved me into working as an accountant.

According to one of my buddies i have a math degree? But i remember taking astronomy and 3 level math along side some drama classes so fuck knows what i actually have.

[justabiii]

one tree falls and nobody notices, but a whole forest falls and you have no oxygen

[bellaphomet3]

Latin class is crazy. You walk in after going to the bathroom and the first thing you hear is “Uhhhh, not even those who fled into the temple were safe.”

“Great”