i love it when my brain decides to let me be happy
75% Disney (classic, princesses, Marvel, Once Upon a Time, lots of Flynn Rider)
25% mix of my English major ramblings, Doctor Who, Harry Potter, Hunger Games, cute and fuzzy things, my quirky obsessions.
Also, I have a thing for puns. Sorry in advance.
Happy birthday, Daniel Radcliffe!
[on not expecting to get the role of Peter Parker/Spider-Man and then how he felt when he found out he got it] - I was genuinely expecting ‘You’re just a shit actor’ instead of ‘We want you to do it.’ … I realized immediately how much hard work it was going to be, and how much of a minefield it was going to be in terms of all the shit that comes with it. Stuff that I would like to not have any part of. I mean visibility and being recognized walking down the street. I’m holding out a naive and ignorant hope that it won’t happen. I couldn’t gag the 5-year-old self inside of me. I said, ‘What should we do?’ And he was like ‘DO IT! DO IT! DO IT! DO IT! Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me? It’s Spider-Man!' My inner 5-year-old is a New Yorker with a smoker's cough and a horrible mouth.
I’m now picturing Emma Stone’s inner five year old as Estelle, from Friends
#all of the little moments in this scene are so great #but this one in particular #because all the books scattered around them #how long did they spend in that bookstore #how long did rapunzel dream of new worlds to visit #and eugene just sat there listening and dreaming with her and thinking that he would go anywhere with her (via diannaagronsky)
get to know me meme: [6/10] female characters » lorelai gilmore
And then there’s my path, where I found myself 16 and pregnant and I realized “I have to get a job, I have to raise a kid and being me, I have to do it all by myself.” Not easy. But the thing with my path was, when I reached the end, I turned around and realized I’d ended up someplace really good.
So when I was selling in Artist Alley this weekend, these Tangled cosplayers came by my table so I gave them my Rapunzel/Flynn print AND THEN THEY DID THIS FOR ME OH MY GOD I CRIED
So in English class we had to draw a scene from The Great Gatsby. After the drawings were done the teacher was showing them to the class, and one drawing was a pic of Gatsby reaching towards at the green light, but in the drawing Gatsby didn’t have hands. So my teacher starts saying something like how this picture has hidden meaning and portrays the helplessness Gatsby feels, and the kid next to me just casually says “I can’t draw hands.”
Some of the funniest book dedications ever.