no no no. i don’t think you understand. i was brought up on disney. disney has shaped me as a human being. disney is responsible for my quirks and personality and basically everything i am. disney was, is and will always be my everything.
i am eternally grateful because my parents enabled me to celebrate my birthday at disneyland orlando. i got my own mini parade and huge cake and wow i got to hug mickey and minnie and goofy and donald and ALL THE DISNEY CHARACTERS. it was the happiest day of my life because even if there’s random people behind all those characters, the characters will always be real to me. i don’t care what you say.
believe it or not,it even helped me through most of my academic years. the fantastic stories and movies helped me live out my vivid imagination and i am more than proud of that because i can make up the most amazing things and still pretend they’re real. of course, sometimes they terrified and scared me to no end but in the end, the creations always made me happy.
as long as disney exists, i know that i will always be able to dream. i could be old and still dream up the most fantastic things, thanks to this wonderful thing called disney.
i want to write a movie about a girl with depression who meets a boy and they become friends and thats it. he’s just another friend. she goes to therapy and learns to love herself and saves herself. because thats how it happens. thats real life. you’re the hero. you can save yourself.
everyone’s grandparents seem to have really cute stories of how they met, and like my grandparents met when my grandma was running away from police during a protest and she jumped on the back of my grandads motorcycle and just screamed “DRIVE FUCKING DRIVE”
I dunno man I think that story’s pretty fuckin cute.
“You may think that your only choices are to swallow your anger or throw it in someone’s face. But there is a third option; you can just let it go. And only when you do that is it really gone, and you can move forward.”—Ted Mosby, HIMYM (via psych-facts)