who the hell is bucky?

bianca, 15, i like films, food, jared leto, and quentin tarantino movies. The fault dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves that we are underlings. +

the ones that love us never really leave us

I don’t care if people know who I am or if I make a ton of money, I just love my work so much.

Don’t think, and don’t worry. If the time comes, you’ll know what to do.

HYDRA, S.H.I.E.L.D., two sides of a coin that’s no longer currency.


for emily


The Grand Budapest Hotel (2014) dir. Wes Anderson

now and then

A number of years ago, while suffering from a mild case of ‘Scribe’s Fever’ (a form of neurasthenia common among the intelligentsia of that time), I had decided to spend the month of August in the spa town of Nebelsbad below the Alpine Sudetenwaltz — and had taken up rooms in the Grand Budapest — a picturesque, elaborate, and once widely celebrated established. I expect some of you will know it. It was off-season and, by that time, decidedly out-of-fashion; and it had already begun its descent into shabbiness and eventual demolition.

Woken up like an animal

Teeth ready for sinking

My mind’s lost in bleak visions

I’ve tried to escape but keep sinking

This isn’t the age of spies. This is not even the age of heroes. This is the age of miracles… and there’s nothing more horrifying than a miracle.

you said it, bitch. we’re the guardians of the galaxy.