My Bronx tale.
"The saddest thing in life is wasted talent"
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Video reblogged from Forever90s
This is, without a doubt, the best moment in Spongebob Squarepants history.
AGREED.
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Photo reblogged from You'll Never Know
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Post reblogged from Forever90s
connor-sexonlegswithahat-temple:
The Scooby Doo cartoons have kept the same style for almost all of its runs
Then you have “Shaggy & Scooby-Doo Get a Clue!” and it’s like
Who the fuck are these assholes
WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SHIT?
Ruining the already awesome classics as usual. You know, some shit is when it’s ORIGINAL. We don’t have to change EVERYTHING.
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Photo reblogged from Lover of the Light
‘WHOA how are your shoes NOT soaked?’ ‘Mind your own bees wax’
People didn’t know this?NO
WE DIDN’T
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Chat reblogged from Staying Strong.
- Aurora: Story of your first kiss
- Rapunzel: 5 things from your bucket list
- Dory: Something someone has told you that you can't forget (two good things and one bad)
- Pocahontas: Something new you taught someone.
- Mulan: Do you trust your gut feeling? What happened.
- Jasmine: The story of when you had to really trust someone. Was it easy?
- Belle: Is there someone you are close who no one else likes? What's the story?
- Ariel: Where do you think you belong, and why?
- Flounder: Something that surprised you and frightened you.
- Eric: Have you ever helped a stranger? What happened.
- Aladdin: A sacrifice you made for someone.
- Tiana: A time you tried the hardest for something.
- Boo: A childhood hero.
- Cruella: Something you really want but you aren't allowed to have.
- Seven Dwarfs: 7 things you like in the people around you.
- Kronk: What you are best at in the kitchen?
- Simba: Something a parent has taught you.
- Cinderella: "A dream is a wish your heart makes" What's that for you?
- Nemo: Your bravest moment.
- Terk: Are you a big brother/sister figure to anyone?
- Buzz: Your favourite fantasy world (aka Harry Potter, Star Wars), if any.
- Alice: Done drugs?
- Peter Pan: Something from your childhood that you still love.
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Quote reblogged from True stories I make upHer lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them he felt an unknown and timid preasure, darker than the swoon of sin, softer than sound or odor.James Joyce (via theoldludwigvan)
(Source: kitty-en-classe)
