A lot of people ask me how I can be a hardcore Disney fan and an intersectional feminist at the same time.
When you love someone, every errand should be a thrilling excursion and every obligation should be a laughable odyssey.
You’re more than a person. You’re an entire city.
I hope every night is stunning wherever you are. In my words, you are a legend.
I found my real paradise somewhere else.
why can’t i help but feel like everyone i talk to is downplaying my existence?
“It’s not ladylike. It’s childish. It’s unprofessional. It makes you look stupid. It’s unattractive. It’s offensive.” If you have learned anything about writers, it’s that they don’t write to please. They write because they fucking have to. If they don’t they’ll go insane.
Why fight fire with fire when you could burn the fire out with your beautiful hose of classiness and calmness?
Walt Disney said it himself: “Disney will never be completed. It will continue to grow as long as there is imagination left in the world.”
I’ll say it over and over again: Awkward people do exist. But you know what exists more than awkward people? Awkward situations.