I wish I could write.  Instead I roll around on Tumblr.

Nothing is sexier than someone who wants you as much as you want them.



when will ppl shut up about that ice movie

ice age was good fuck off


thug life
Go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an an enormous reward. You will have created something.

Hercules and Meg by Dreaming of Disney on Flickr.