my name is Kit. I'm a biology and neuroscience major from Texas. I'm a barista at a local coffee place. I'm an INTJ. Gryffindor, Baratheon, X-Man.
I have opinions about things. I utilize all the swear words. I spend a lot of time sleeping. I'm a published author of lots of fanfiction. I do keto and yoga. I'm genderfluid something-sexual but mostly confused in general. I like reading the ingredients lists on the backs of food products. I am forever trying to learn how to light cigarettes in windy conditions. I once smoked two whole marijuanas.
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On February 21, 1965, Malcolm X was preparing to address the Organization of Afro-American Unity in Manhattan’s Audubon Ballroom when someone in the 400-person audience yelled “Nigger! Get your hand outta my pocket!” As Malcolm X and his bodyguards attempted to quiet the disturbance, a man seated in the front row rushed forward and shot him once in the chest with a double-barreled sawed-off shotgun. Two other men charged the stage and fired semi-automatic handguns, hitting Malcolm X several times. He was pronounced dead at 3:30 pm, shortly after arriving at Columbia Presbyterian Hospital. According to the autopsy report, Malcolm X’s body had 21 gunshot wounds to his chest, left shoulder, and arms and legs; ten of the wounds were buckshot to his left chest and shoulder from the initial shotgun blast. [+more]