|mom:||water? wash? what?|
|baby:||w....w-we....Welcome! Foolish Mortals, to the Haunted Mansion, I am your host, your ghost host. Hmmmm. Our tour begins here, in this gallery. Here where you see paintings of some of our guests, as they appeared in their corruptible, mortal state. Kindly step all the way in please, and make room for everyone. There's no turning back now...||Your cadaverous palour, betrays an aura of foreboding, almost as though you sense a disquieting metamorphosis. Is this Haunted room actually stretching? Or is it your imagination, hmm? And consider this dismaying observation, this chamber has no windows, and no doors. Which offers you this chilling challenge, to find a way out! Of course, there's always my way...|
I’m watching Monsters Inc. with Pulp Fiction subtitles
You better all fucking reblog this.
I got to reblog this, it’s true
This may be the most important thing I’ve ever had on my blog.
This actually brought me to tears
Everyone that see’s this on their dashboard and reblog this no matter what type of blog you are. If not, I’m ashamed of you.
|me:||lets listen to the seussical soundtrack for the 37th time today|
Purple: 10 facts about my room.
Blue: 9 facts about my family.
Green: 8 facts about my body
Yellow: 7 facts about my childhood
Orange: 6 facts about my home town.
Red: 5 facts about my bestfriend(s).
Pink: 4 facts about my parents.
White: 3 facts about my personality.
Grey: 2 facts about my favourite things
Black: 1 fact about the person I like.
I want to go to this exact point and run around it saying “I’m in Sweden!” I’m in Finland!” “I’m in Norway!” until I get tired
i aspire to great things in life
According to Google Maps, that point is in the middle of a small lake.
So we’ll do it in January when it’s frozen.
actually that’s why they’ve helpfully dropped a big-ass cement block with a bridge surrounding it in the middle of the lake: for the express purpose of doing what OP aspires to do
Everybody in my family hates me and when I try to talk to somebody about my issues it’s usually dismissed with “that’s ridiculous”
The only people who care about me are my friends and none of them live close by
When can I die again