Simba, the beloved protagonist of the film, is straight up landfill. Trash. Rubbage. GOP 2016. Whatever you want to call it man.
ENTP: Starts out not excited at all but then has a good time. Manages to find the wedding ring in the sidewalk outside The Haunted Mansion.
“I think Pluto either broke her arm or her leg. I can’t remember. The family was arrested.”
Date someone who holds your hand throughout the entire movie, but squeezes just a little bit tighter whenever there’s a kissing scene or a romantic carpet ride.
While it’s true our beloved Disney princesses and fair heroines end up living happily ever after, that’s not to say that they don’t’ put up with some serious fuckboy-ism along the way.
Her Instagram would be perfectly curated and she’d have guest appearances on Keeping Up With The Kardashians. Jasmine gives off major ‘Mean Girl In High School’ vibes, but for some reason, you still want to hang out with her.
Here I am: a millennial, young adult who, thanks to society, has been taught that beauty alongside wealth is of utmost importance.
Get (or borrow a pet). Because animals are the best matchmakers.
I want someone who will happily sing along to the songs we hear, even if it’s the hundredth time he’s heard it that day.
Not a beauty anymore.