please reblog this if it is okay to anonymously confess something to you
If this was a sitcom the crowd would be going ‘OOOOOH’
No you don’t understand. The entire theatre was silent when this happened except for this one dad who literally went “…Woah”
But can we talk about their faces real quick?
Anna doesn’t look angry or accusing as most people would in that situation. If you remember from Do You Want To Build A Snowman, Anna makes the same face when Elsa closes her door. It’s the same “I don’t understand what I did wrong” face. Anna was expecting her older sister to be happy for her, for her to finally approve of her. When Elsa reacts the way she did, Anna is confused and hurt rather than angry. It’s more of a “What did I do this time?” face.
Elsa on the other hand is purely hurt. She knows what she’s done to her sister is wrong, but she thinks it’s necessary in order to keep Anna safe. And just for a moment, you see a flag of pleading in Elsa’s eyes as she tries to put up her facade. She’s trying to conceal, not to feel, but she needs help. Her eyes are pleading for Anna to stop, for someone to help her. But she knows that she’s alone in this.
are you ever just reading a book and you come across word that you don’t know how to pronounce so you just go afkjhjdsfsjkdhs in your head
when it’s someone’s name and you have to keep doing that for the rest of the book
And then if that book gets turned into a movie, they will pronounce the characters name and you just sit there in the cinemas like the fuck just happened to me
In English I had to read aloud and there was a name I couldn’t pronounce so I made a sound that kind of sounded like fisvaifbdialb and kept going and no one questioned me but the teacher stared at me for like five minutes.
Do our scars define who we are? Do they change us, shape us? Are we lying by not telling our friends about our scars?
The simple answer, whether those scars are new or old, is no.
Your scars will never define you. They will never be the deciding factor in your relationships. Your scars are part of you, yes, but they are not you. You are you and nothing more.
All that matters is my happiness
Let go of all the negativity
I don’t need perfection because I’m
Valuable as who I am
Even with my flaws
Perfect those grades
Everything has to be perfect
Read until your eyes bleed out
Fight the need to sleep
Everything needs to be right
Caffeine will keep me up
Till I can reach perfection
I really don’t need to sleep
One more assignment
Never truly there
Translation: “high tension weather reporter: today’s high is 5 degrees and the low is -50 *cackles*”
WHAT IS THIS
I think I need new pants