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psychedelicmuch:

i will always reblog this

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Going to a friends house

Normal people: What a lovely home you have

Me: Whats your wifi password?

hemsworthss:

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keeeeeks:

cupids-addiction:

The fact that there’s over 7.2 billion people in the world and not even one of them is taking one for the team by dating me is extremely unacceptable

Seriously guys.  Seriously.  

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nostrokesjuststrudels:

So, do you guys want to cry with me over the poem on the back of my record cover?

His sunrises were golden and his sunsets purple

His fields were dancing green

His forests ferny brown

His skies crimson yellow

And his seas a deeper blue.

His dwarfs smiled

And their smiles were toothy

And funny

And white

And his witches crowed

But always lost

For evil never prevailed

In the Land of Disney.

He created Davy Crockett

Won awards for Mary Poppins

Backed a ball-park in Anaheim

And built a fairyland

Called Disneyland

Nearby

For those who needed better things

Than baseball.

His was a world of moonbeams

Sunshafts

And rainbows

Of princes and princesses

Of leprechauns

Wizards

Squirrels and fawns

Owls

Children

And laughter.

He was a poet and a painter

Whose words were the smiles of children

And whose canvas was the barren desert

Or universal unhappiness

Or uptightness

Or whatever you want to call it

And upon this canvas he sprinkled his stardust

Liberally.

First came Mickey

The Donald

And Pluto.

There was Pinocchio

And Cinderella

And Snow White

And the seven dwarfs.

There was Hayley

Daughter of millions

Rosebud of millions more

Who

Like Peter Pan before her

May never grow old;

And Julie

Who sang and danced

And will always be remembered

Not for My Fair Lady

Not for The Sound of Music

But for Mary Poppins;

There was Peggy

Who purred like a kitten

And Fred

MacMurray

Who bumbled his way to a fortune;

And here are the Trousdale Strings

With the Dawn Chorale

Soft and gentle

Like wind in a summer cornfield

Or rain in a summer forest;

Wild and wonderful dreams

And he built them tall and often.

So

Here are the songs

Which were not written by him

Which were not sung by him

But which belong

To him

Alone.

Here is

A candy-coloured cavern

Of dreams for dreamers

Hopes for hopers

And classless beauty

For everybody.

Disney is dead

We are told

But he’ll live on

Legends always do.

But that isn’t

Really

The point.

The point is

This:

Is Disney dead and will he ever die?

And the answer

Of course

Is

No.

—-Andy Wickham

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suicidalramblings:

Does this still count as cosplay?  I think it does.

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