theheroheart:

     (rizplease)


"I am sorry too," said Lupin. "Sorry I will never know him… but he will know why I died and I hope he will understand. I was trying to make a world in which he could live a happier life."


Historian and Feminist Scholar Gerda Lerner

ryanvallejo:

you gotta be jay z about life


imsirius:

image


robin-sparkles:

Oh man, I cried so hard when Fred got eliminated from America’s Next Top Model.

TOO SOON!


alyssaemilie:

this was worth reading


aadatart:

Afropunk Hair Portraits by Artist Awol Erizku, featured in VOGUE.


tefpoe1:

The national mobilization begins …. We are asking people all over the world to join us in #Ferguson and help us flood the city with the war cry for #justice4mikebrown and the countless other victims of police brutality … People from all over the world will be joining us !!!


mockingday:

Watch Emma’s speech and take action


"For the record, feminism by definition is: ‘The belief that men and women should have equal rights and opportunities. It is the theory of the political, economic and social equality of the sexes.’

I started questioning gender-based assumptions when at eight I was confused at being called “bossy,” because I wanted to direct the plays we would put on for our parents—but the boys were not.

When at 14 I started being sexualized by certain elements of the press.

When at 15 my girlfriends started dropping out of their sports teams because they didn’t want to appear “muscly.”

When at 18 my male friends were unable to express their feelings.

I decided I was a feminist and this seemed uncomplicated to me. But my recent research has shown me that feminism has become an unpopular word. Apparently I am among the ranks of women whose expressions are seen as too strong, too aggressive, isolating, anti-men and, unattractive.

Why is the word such an uncomfortable one?”



julianvanurban:

Too soon?


peppermint-toad:

"Rough game, Quidditch." 

the-ballad-of-peter-pettigrew:

"James Potter, did you lose Harry again?" shouts Lily Potter to her husband at eleven o’clock at night.

"Er…maybe?" says James, cringing slightly and backing away.

"You see, Harry? That’s the brightest star in the sky," Sirius whispers to the child wrapped in his leather jacket as they both sit on the shingled roof, oblivious to the argument raging below.