Real life princess anna


Title: 500 Miles

Artist: Peter, Paul and Mary

Played: 2899 times

Title: Where Have All The Flowers Gone

Artist: Peter, Paul and Mary

Played: 3059 times

theswagofinsanity:

PREACH IT.

Yes I am a very cute boater

winterfellis:

you ever in the mood to get hit by a car and spend like 1 month in the hospital 

englishsnow:

by lindowyn

anoncentral:

No Vietnamese Ever Called Me Nigger:

Wise words of the former world-famous professional boxer Muhammad Ali. In an era defined by endless war—when he was drafted and was told that he must fight the communists—his reply was, “No Vietnamese ever called me a nigger”. Consequently, Ali was stripped of his title, expelled from boxing and sentenced to five years in prison.

ariels-seashell:

mickeyandcompany:

Happy birthday, Jodi Benson!

SHE’S A DISNEY QUEEN <3

A-Z of Disney Characters |  Woody

I’m always graceful💁

I take myself out to dinner and do not look at my phone once. I do not call a friend up and ask them to join me. I listen attentively to the conversation in my head. I walk with myself to the library. Read novels, magazines, dusty collections of poetry. Browse zines online and buy a stack of ones that catch my interest. I close my eyes in bed and put my hands in-between my thighs. Know when to go faster, when to slow down, when to speed it up. I moan without shame. I make myself coffee, sip it languorously on my balcony, let my bare shoulders be warmed by the sun and ignore my neighbor’s sideways looks. I put on lipstick on the days I am not leaving the house. Walk around confidently, wearing only underwear and carelessness. Shake my limbs to the busting beat of a song and do not worry about my arms going one way and my legs another. I bite down hard on “monogamy.” Swish it around in my mouth, run my tongue over its bumps and curves, and then spit it out. I bleed on scraps of paper. Let my thoughts out. Listen to them more intently than any person could. I see all parts of me and do not blush. I do not look away. I do not try to run. I stare deeper. Force myself to keep eye contact. Accept all that is inside of me. Make my apologies. I bend my hands in forgiveness. I rise, dripping in the blood of past and future guilt and say, it is okay. All of you. All of me. It is okay.
▣ THEME
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Watching: Ferris Buller's Day Off
Reading: A Farewell to Arms by Hemingway
Listening to: All American Rejects
Working on: not killing myself