what a girl wants…according to tumblr
This girl doesn’t like the lack of punctuation in which half these posts desperately need.
THIS WILL BE SUCH A LONG MARATHON AND I AM SO READY
That’s prob about 12 hours
extended lotr alone is 11 hours and 22 minutes.
A dress designed to change color in the rain, thanks to dye sewn into the seams. Created by Sean Kelly, Modeled by Angelica Guillen-Jimenez
This is actually cool. Because I am one of those people, that when its pouring rain dance in it. And if it is raining and i am waring a colour that not only changes colour, but also spins, I will enjoy every second like it was my last. I cannot be the only one.
She sat in silence. Only dark surrounded her and she felt that creeping sense of cold eerie loneliness. Sadness was a barricade from the world, and a facade that held her. No matter how hard she struggled, she would only be pulled back down to the depths of her heart to see the loss, pain and fear. Life was envious, and from experience, she knew all good things came with a cost. For life’s jealousy would continuously take from her what ever she had found at peace to love and care for.
Alone she sat and teased her conscious with questions. The room was dark but she saw a thin line through a window across from her, silhouetting the wall with a narrow moon drawn line. Of what she saw was nothing other than a bright alarm clock flashing the time to be three eighteen in the morning, and a dim line of where the carpet laid at her feet.
Her arms wrapped tightly around her legs as she heard a foot step. Wiping her eyes dry she lifted her chin from her knees and peered around her. Darkness was all but too friendly, and her puffy eyes saw nothing. When an all too familiar voice stretched across the room to her ears.
“Why do you fear the gift I have given you?” Life asks, as a cold chill flutters down her spine. The deep voice is beautiful, and other worldly. Goosebumps rose across her chest and down her arms. She clutched tightly to her legs and watched as a moth flew across the light in the window, and fluttered past her vision.
A shrill voice pipes in bringing the girl’s eager mind and curiosities to attention. “She has discovered, life, that you are simply a beautiful lie. A myth told in the lips of old that wish to aspire the younger generations to not make their mistakes. Life, you are beautiful, but you simply are not true.” The words stroke her very being, and confirmed the hatred she was blossoming within her stomach.
The girl winces, and squeezes her eyes shut, focusing on anything else. Excuses for her anger, perhaps it’s the emotional fluctuation or perhaps she is exhausted and has lost out on sleep. The voice speaks again. “Speak girl, I am curious to know the answer to what Life has asked you.” The girls mouth is now equally as dry as her eyes. Swelling with fear she answers, “I have lost too much, I have seen too much pain, and I have feared the repetition of such things.” A bitter mocking laugh comes from the voice, “Why… Life, these gifts you give only seem to end in sorrow for the poor girl. Tell me young one, what is it that pains you?” The voice whispers now, close to her ear. She can almost feel the breath upon her, but she refuses to open her eyes.
“I have lost family, the ones who watched you grow up and become the person they wished you to be. I have lost love, the kind that makes you wish to be a better person. I have been wretched of my safety, I know what it is to be lost and empty for I know what it is to be alone. I have seen happiness, but I have also seen how quick it can become bitter.” She stumbles over her words, and pauses to take a deep breath. The mixture of emotions in her heart take control over her words, but she sucks back the tears that threaten her eyes once again. “I am afraid of losing what I have, I am afraid that perhaps I do not deserve it. I am afraid that the moments of goodness will be stripped from me, for it takes years to build trust and happiness, but only a simple moment to strip you of it all; it can be caused by a lie, a bitter remark, a false twist of tongue. It is safer here in the dark alone, where I can hold tightly to myself and what I know is sure, than live on false motives and desires or even hopes.” Again the girl hears that deafening laugh, but this time life’s beautiful voice chimes in.
“Listen to me well girl, for Death is in this room beckoning our conversation into despair.” A scoff came from the other voice, the voice of Death. Life continued “Death is always seen as an ugly truth, but in reality, it is the lie. Death is a virus that seeps into you through doubt. It takes from you the things you love most and turns them into to slaves of aggression. Death is the lie that tells you that you are alone, as it takes a knife to your hopes and dreams, and separates you from the joy you have gained. Death kills your motivation, and strips you of your shelter. Death tells you that you do not deserve the good in your life, and it takes away from you the gifts Life brings. Life is many things, but a lie it is not. For life is the one thing given to you that is yours. Life is love, the opportunity to grow and to learn. To seize happiness and to know that you are not alone, for life is given to many, but few accept it. Life is irreversible, and never ending. Even when darkness shrouds your vision, if you open your eyes you can see the good that surrounds you. You can see the light to guide your foot steps, and you can see the chances that are yours to destroy what Death may claim as it’s own. So feel the love that is given to you, and share it, as is your calling.” The voice ended with compassion.
The girls grip on her legs faltered as she calmly took a deep breathe and allowed Life’s words to speak sense into her. Fear is simply a block in the road, and although it may seem impossible to go around it, it is removing it that should be the task. For if fear is left alone, it will always be a tripping hazard while journeying upon life.
She opened her eyes, and the moon beam that was once on the wall now glowed a deep orange, speckling the room and her surroundings in gold. Life and Death were silenced, but their presence still remained. With an open heart, she reached her feet down and took a step. Each step brought her closer to the curtain, and with a tug of the string a warm sun rise touched her face and the room she was in. The fear that caused her worry was lifted and allowed herself to trust in who she was, and what she would do.
Loss was a choice in most cases, and even if Death got the best of her, she could still know life’s grasp was holding her, as well as those whom she loved. She was given an opportunity to live, and she was not going to let fear allow her to stumble. Excuses are easily made, but it was the truth that mattered. Only through living life, could she learn what truth is.
ha im a piece of trash
As someone who cares deeply about the environment, I am obligated to pick you up.
Is seven okay?
you smooth fucker
I literally just went from aw to wtf.
NO BUT THIS IS WHY I LOVE LAIKA THO,
there was this big uproar over a character from paranormal being gay, so what do they do? next movie, they make a commercial that THROWS THE GAY IN YOUR FACE. They’re literally not being subtle at all about their queer representation and I fucking love them for it
Throw the gay in your face is perhaps the best thing I’ve heard all week.
wakey wakey eggs and bakey
but I’m a vegan
wakey wakey vegetables and sadness
Too high for this shit
Not even high and this shit is bananas
Jack is hardcore as fuck
scare me like one of your french girls
For money money, the most interesting thing about this confrontation is how completely it inverts the final scenes of a typical Disney film. In most cases, the hero is physically and/or supernaturally outmatched, and triumphs through determination and ingenuity; here, the villain spends the the whole fight running scared, while the protagonist casually no-sells everything that’s thrown at him. And there’s no ironic Disney Death keeping the protagonist’s hands clean, either. Jack just straight-up murders Oogie with malice aforethought while Oogie is running away - and by having Santa Claus himself strike the final blow, the film legitimises Jack’s killing of Oogie as the morally correct course of action.
You don’t fuck around with the motherfucking pumpkin king