HE IS ASKED TO COME CLOSE AND SNUGGLE AND HE IS SO HAPPY TO
i die a little each time this is way too cute ok
if i donât reblog that gif consider that iâm in danger
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HE IS ASKED TO COME CLOSE AND SNUGGLE AND HE IS SO HAPPY TO
i die a little each time this is way too cute ok
if i donât reblog that gif consider that iâm in danger
Romanticisation of Mental Illness, Kelsey Weaver
This really hit me hard jesus christ.
Forever reblogging
My papa <3 (with a breathing strip on his nose) He is with Jesus now, he passed away last night.. after battling cancer. He was the most generous, caring man I have ever known. He loved to fix everything. Chances are he probably fixed your washer or refrigerator. We joke and say what is he going to do in Heaven? Jesus will have to break something just so he can fix it. But..I'm going to miss him so much..so much...he was always telling me how proud he was of me, of my art, my acting in the musical and mostly of the woman I've become. One of the times Jarrid played on stage for worship at church, he got choked up and said he's so proud that I found such a good man like Jarrid. My papa was the sweetest man. It hurts..i'm going to miss him so much..but I will love him always <3
Looking back at my Disney sketches..some of my favorites đ
That canât be a good sign
welcome to toon town.
Why purple?
Time to answer rhetorical questions yo!
Purple is the color of regality, and most of the villains who wear it are either royals, nobility, or very wealthy. Â Itâs also the strongest wavelength in the rainbow (the next wavelength up is UV which is harmful to humans), and most of the villains are after power of some sort. Â Finally, and this really only applies to a few of them, it symbolizes magic and the supernatural, so it makes sense for the witches and sorcerers to wear it.
Now explain why most disney girls start off in blue!
Because the color blue is the harshest color for our eyes to see. In fact, itâs the last color babiesâ eyes can process, but it catches our eyes the best because it is so harsh. When the Disney girls wear blue, they want your eyes to immediately be attracted to them specifically; to pay the most attention to them. It as if their saying âThis is who you should be paying attention to,â just in case you couldnât figure it out. Also, in pioneer times, blue was the required color of a child to wear if she had blonde hair and blue eyes, such as Sleeping Beauty or Cinderella. Itâs simply traditional.
so why pink?
The color pink represents love, nurturing, positive feelings and compassion. It also can stand for hope in times where there seems there is none to be had. It can also represent sweetness and innocence, qualities a lot of princesses possess.
I learned so much from this post wow
Purple. Guys, Disney canât hide shit from us anymoreâŚweâre becoming aware.
So is that why Elsa goes from blue with a bit of purple like she might be the villain to fucking slaying in ice blue like LET THAT SHIT GO LOOK AT MEEEEE
My new kitten!
IT HAS A HEART FOR A NOSE OH MY GOSH
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you miss childhood so much you try dressing like you would if you were seven again. sneakers and frilly socks. big t-shirts and messy hair, because youâve stopped caring about perfect hair. you donât mind getting your knees dirty or scabs on your shins. those pains donât make you flinch. those pains donât talk to you at night. those pains donât hurt like the hurt youâve really felt. the type of hurt that canât be pin pointed or fixed with copious amounts of Neosporin. you donât worry about how youâll feel in the morning until the morning comes. you bite the skin off the tips of your fingers like your aiming for the bone. because the stress and pain hits you bone deep. bone deep. its almost romantic sounding. but isnât being so broken such a romantic thing anymore? sad music doesnât even phase you. its all you know. instrumentals lined with tiny violins and crying cellos. you lay back in the grass and close your eyes. you try forgetting about the city surrounding you. the heat rises from the pavement and grips your lungs like my hands grip the small of your neck. the sun beats down on you like you owe it money. but you donât sweat. this is the small stuff. ice coffee and a bagel with cream cheese. start your day happy. fall apart at the end. repeat. things get better. then they get worse. three months of total bliss for three months of total shit. thats the way life works right? it always gets better though. be still.Â