After Careful Deliberation, Baby Goes With Homosexuality | Full Story
The greatest scene in all animated movie history.
The original story of the little mermaid is that she must kill the prince in order to be human, and in the end, she loves him too much and kills herself instead.
The artwork is too great not to reblog.
Ok, ok - important expansion: she only has to kill the Prince because the deal was if he fell in love with her she could be human forever, and he didn’t. By which I mean, he was a good person and genuinely nice to her, but he didn’t fall in love. He fell in love with someone else, also perfectly nice - not the seawitch in disguise, fu Disney. The Mermaid is told she can only return to the sea now if she kills the Prince. She goes into the room where he and his lover lie sleeping and they look so beautiful and happy together that she can’t do it.
That’s why she kills herself. And because it was a noble act she returns to sea as foam.
One moral of the story was that women shouldn’t fundamentally change who they are for love of a man, and in theory Han Christian Anderson wrote it for a ballerina with whom he fell in love. She was marrying someone else who wouldn’t let her dance.
I want this painted on my wall.
story of my life in two gifs
"When the apocalypse comes
and all the windows are shattered
and the car tires have melted into the pavement,
once all the schools and hospitals
and skyscrapers have folded in on themselves
and the last street lamp has wilted like a starving flower,
so will we."
and all the windows are shattered
and the car tires have melted into the pavement,
once all the schools and hospitals
and skyscrapers have folded in on themselves
and the last street lamp has wilted like a starving flower,
I will still want to fuck you.
We both know I can’t handle stress well.
I’m anxious, claustrophobic, and things between us
haven’t always been easy — you nitpick, I’m stubborn,
and we have been fighting
over pointless things
like directions,
how you never take me anywhere nice anymore.
I saw the way you smiled at that poet
and her pomegranate metaphors SUCKED.
But sweetheart,
when a meteor crashes through
our kitchen ceiling, I will not panic.
When the locusts envelop the neighborhood
and our shower water thickens to blood,
I promise not to bite my nails.
I won’t even get angry when you don’t answer your phone —
even as the pavement begins to crack and spew like a rotten egg,
you will not get 47 missed calls in 4 minutes
(*even though we both know it’s possible).
When the news anchor finally tells us the truth —
that there is no hope — I won’t even think about
joining the angry mob outside
our burning apartment building.
Baby, no.
I will put on my least flammable negligee
and I will find you.
I will crawl to you across this curdling parking lot of a city,
lick your body new again like my tongue
is God’s hand trying to erase and recreate the earth.
For 6 days straight, we will be
what makes the sidewalk blister.
Day 1: in the beginning,
I will find you, pull you into me.
Day 2: we will make the earth
and the sky jealous.
Day 3: I want you to fuck me
bent over a crumpled taxi.
4: in the graveyard of a strip mall.
5: on the steps of the capital,
in every store, on every mattress that isn’t on fire.
This world is a melting candle
we’re only using for foreplay.
Day 6: You may think I’m in denial,
that I am avoiding the bigger issue here
but you didn’t even look at me
the last time you said I love you
and, shit, if it didn’t feel like the end of the world.
I know this can’t be healthy
(pretending everything is on fire), but baby,
we could be the most beautiful wreckage
in all this smoke.
When the apocalypse does come,
I will rebuild our city with my tongue.
I will suck this world’s ashes from your fingers.
I will refuse to let the fires of this hell
be the only thing that makes us sweat.
so will we."
Sierra DeMulder; ”When The Apocalypse Comes,” from The Bones Below (via pumpkinsweetheart)
I give this kid an A++
Win.
A+
this is my most favorite picture ever
“Dear Diary:
France still not free. Marius still being an idiot.”
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“Dear Diary:
France still not free. Marius still being an idiot. Grantaire has started to encourage him, of all things. Must have a discussion with him later.”
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“Dear Diary:
France still not free. Marius still being an idiot. Tried to impress upon Grantaire the importance of taking these things seriously and not encouraging Marius in his romantic delusions. I do not think he really absorbed any of my wisdom, as he spent the entire meeting trying to play with my hair.
I worry about the fate of France, diary. I really do.”
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“Dear Diary:
France still not free. Marius still being an idiot. I am v. close to losing my shit over this nonsense, diary. It’s like I’m the only one who cares about the future freedom and dignity of Patria.”
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“Dear Diary:
France still not free. Marius still being an idiot. If there is one more fucking musical number in the middle of my meetings I am going to punch Marius in the face.”
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“Dear Diary:
France still not free. Marius still being an idiot.
Although, as it turns out, Marius makes v. amusing squealing noises when punched.”
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“Dear Diary:
France still not free. Marius still being an idiot. Eponine yelled at me for making Marius cry.
WHY IS EVERYONE SO CONCERNED WITH MARIUS’S PROBLEMS fuck everything I am going to bed.”
why is this always so funny
