No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing.
At other times it feels like being mildly drunk, or concussed. There is a sort of invisible blanket between the world and me. I find it hard to take in what anyone says. Or perhaps, hard to want to take it in. It is so uninteresting. Yet I want the others to be about me. I dread the moments when the house is empty. If only they would talk to one another and not to me."
Can we just appreciate the effort put into the animation of Elsa’s powers.
hello i have come to seduce you
Why don’t we… Quack open a bottle of wine?Don’t worry babe, I’ve got thebill…
fairly odd parents fucking knows what’s up
never heard truer words in my life
Can we please talk about the experiment who just made sandwiches throughout the entire series on Lilo & Stitch
look at him
friendly reminder that Rube had the same powers and strength as stitch, but had a higher intelligence resulting in him being able to speak perfectly….but instead of being obsessed with destroying cities…only cared about making sandwiches…
he is my spirit animal
If you don’t love Ginny Weasley, you’re wrong.
On today’s episode of: scenes that should’ve gone in the FUCKING movie
more celebrities should donate blood like could you imagine having the blood of meryl streep running through your veins