avenger-kitty-glorious-purrs:

leupagus:

captain-america-steve:

((I think everyone misses the fact that Peggy is running towards the grenade as well, Steve just gets there first. That’s why I love Peggy, that’s why Steve loves Peggy. They’re both unselfish and brave, and that’s what makes them great and great for each other.))

… I MISSED THAT TOO

I MISSED THAT THREE

I don’t think it’s terribly controversial to note that women, from a young age, are required to consider the reality of the opposite gender’s consciousness in a way that men aren’t. This isn’t to say that women don’t often misunderstand, mistreat, and stereotype men, both in literature and in life. But on a basic level, functioning in society requires that women register that men are fully conscious; it is not really possible for a woman to throw up her hands and write men off as eternally unknowable space aliens — and even if she says she has, she cannot really behave as though she has. Every element of her life — from reading books about boys and men to writing papers about the motivations of male characters to being attentive to her own safety to navigating most any institutional or professional or economic sphere — demands an ironclad familiarity with, and belief in, the idea that men really are fully human entities. And no matter how many men come to the same conclusions about women, the structure of society simply does not demand so strenuously that they do so. If you didn’t really deep down believe that women were, in general, exactly as conscious as you, you could probably still get by in life. You could probably still get a book deal. You could probably still get elected to office.
Jennifer duBois, Writing Across Gender  (via jellyfishheart)

(Source: florida-uterati)


This isn’t a  geography club, we’re like a secret support group.

For what? 

For gay teens.

“There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born here, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size and its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter — the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is the New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something.…Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness; natives give it solidity and continuity; but the settlers give it passion.” - E.B. White, ‘Here is New York’


locksandglasses:

Just discovered that this poem is on the interwebs so I thought I’d share

this is BNV 2012 preliminary indie slam 

“Fight Me”

locksandglasses:

thrax-goddess:

 

exactly

(Source: ayeeitscece)

Update: I got out of bed. My boob hurts. This is exactly the kind of thing that makes me wonder why I got up. Alas, I need to buy a USB.

humansofnewyork:

You’ve got to respect a man who refuses to pretend like he’s having a good day.

(Source: baby-horse)

takeafuckingsh0wer:

NO SIR I DO NOT BITE MY THUMB AT YOU SIR BUT I BITE MY THUMB SIR

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