"I’m the only one that cares about you"
when you hear those words, you turn tail and run as fast as you can. you run before it’s too late. These words are an abuse tactic
you are worth the world, and never, even in your darkest, believe that this one person is the only one who gives a shit. I have seen the kindness of strangers and friends alike, and you are not unloved. do not believe them.
next time someone tells you Muslim countries oppress women, let them know Pakistan, Bangladesh, Indonesia, Turkey, Kosovo, Kyrgyzstan, and Senegal have all had female Presidents or Prime Ministers and 1/3rd of Egypt’s parliament is female but the US has yet to even have a female vice president and can’t say “vagina” when discussing female reproductive rights
Characterization done right.
Steve Rogers in a single gif.
We joke about Steve’s patriotism as his strong suit, but his actual strength was his sense of moral right. His whole philosophy is summed up in the line “I don’t like bullies” in the first movie. Steve loves his country. He loves it enough to be at the front of the line trying to fix what he sees as moral wrong in it.
We can learn from Steve Rogers.
If it’s 2AM and you’re trying to study for that algebra test you have tomorrow but there is a lump in your throat from the tears you’re trying to stop, give yourself a break. Your mental health was, is, and will always be more important than a few extra marks on a test. You can’t be studying with trembling hands and a disturbed mind. Put your pen down. Treat yourself with Baskin Robbins and go get a good night’s sleep.
Ten years from now you won’t remember what you scored in that algebra test but you will remember that you took care of yourself. And nothing, nothing is ever more important that that. These years will pass and one day you’ll realize that you are more than just failed tests and the nights spent cramming for retests.
Your grades don’t define you, and neither does your GPA. Always remember that.
they taught me how to read and write.
They taught me how to add numbers
and memorize facts.
They taught me about history
and the origins of my culture.
They taught me biology and chemistry
and the anatomy of the human race.
I learned that there are 206 bones
in my body.
206 bones in a body
that I was never taught how to protect.
No teacher ever told me
to be wary of men
who offered to buy me things,
like alcoholic beverages.
No teacher ever warned me
about handsome, blue-eyed boys
who would tell me not to be scared
when I was terrified.
No teacher ever taught me
that I should not accept a man’s
wandering eyes or hands.
No teacher ever taught a boy
that he should not be that man.
No teacher ever stressed
the importance of a woman’s spoken word:
my teachers sent me
to the principal’s office
for wearing a racer back tank top.
my school’s administrators
banned girls from wearing tight pants
because they were “too distracting.”
girls had to stop wearing shorts
because the boys were never
told to control themselves.
I had to dress demurely and
conservatively so as to not affect
the learning environment of the males.
I was punished for simply being
206 bones in my body,
and I was never taught that a boy
could easily break any one of them
just to get what he wanted.
I guess that was never in my school curriculum.