An overly passionate 20-something university student who enjoys obsessing over fictional characters, tv shows and books, looking at cute pictures of cats as well as my own cat and on a more serious and important note learning and growing in my passion for feminism and social justice in general. A little all over the place but a reflection of what goes on inside my rambling mind.
As soon as healing takes place, go out and heal somebody else.
Maya Angelou (via purplebuddhaproject)
Ways you can help:
When your classmates wrinkled their noses at the scent of your lunch still lingering on your clothes,
Even though their ancestors had conquered half the world in search of the spices you ate.
How they jeered at your mother’s bindi, making crude jokes about how ridiculous it looked on her,
And after ten years, how they all wore the exact same ornament on their own foreheads to keep up with the current trends.
When they repeatedly stumbled over the sharp letters which formed your name, forcing you to repeat yourself several times before giving up;
Only to have those very letters tattooed on their own flesh, in a language they do not comprehend.
Your culture belongs to you,
Not to them.
Muneeb Hasan [08.10.14] (via muneebb)
God I loved this scene. We learned so much in this tiny clip.
Steve’s mother died when he was an older man, Bucky’s parents are alive and love Steve. Bucky and Steve put couch cushions on the floor as kids (and had kiddie sleepovers where they totally played cops and robbers). Bucky knows where Steve’s key is. Bucky tried to get Steve to live with him (my headcanon is that Steve accepted and they became roomies up until Buck went to war).
The one thing that wasn’t new was that Bucky was still by his side. It’s just amazing to see that their bromance before The First Avenger was just as epic as I knew it would be.
Also I will never tire of seeing skinny Steve because I adore him.