Extensive research has concluded that this indeed, is the greatest line in animated film history.
"Don’t say you hate your fam-" No.
"Omg you should love your fami-" No.
"Be grateful they’re your famil-" No.
If you have been bullied, hit, teased, put down, hurt, lied to, or hated by your own family; you don’t need to justify how you feel. You don’t need to explain yourself. You are allowed to hate a family member or dislike a family member if they’ve given you a reason to.
this is so fucking important
I have never seen something that more accurately describes how I’m feeling right now
Shout out to everyone dating their crush. You put yourself out there and look at you now. Wow. Proud of you.
People who think Ariel only wanted to be human so she could get with Eric
Fun fact: She sang “Part of That World” before she had so much as seen Eric. Eric was just the icing on the cake.
Oh he iced her cake alright
i use the word fuck so excessively i sometimes forget it’s a swear word
people who feel comfortable pooping anywhere other than their house are not to be trifled with
I don’t think anyone realizes how freaking much I love this cartoon
Like it was just really weird, and it broke the 4th wall in pretty much every episode. And there’s so much to the characters. I didn’t really like Ed Edd N Eddy when I was little, I’d just watch it waiting for whatever other cartoon to come on, but now as I’ve been rewatching it I am so utterly obsessed with it and I have all these headcanons and emotions.
i was checking out at target and this guy was being really flirty with me and his nametag said rosemarie so when i left i said “have a good night rosemarie” and he said “rosemarie??” and i pointed to his nametag and he said fuck very loud then said “they are always fucking doing this to me”
Growing up, my dad had a rule. “You can’t get a tattoo. If you do, I will make you get it removed. Unless, that is, you join the army and can shoot a seagull in the eye from a mile away, or you have a near-death experience.”
On July 12, 2011, I rode my bicycle to the camp I worked at. On my way home, I rode down a hill, and stopped at the bottom. I looked both ways, and there was no car coming. I started to turn left when I got hit by a car going ~55 miles per hour. I completely shattered the windshield, and when the driver stopped, I was ejected back onto the road. The doctors in the emergency room were absolutely perplexed when I arrived, because they all agreed that I should have died, and they were amazed to release me 4 and a half hours later with only 16 stitches, a concussion, and a chipped tooth. During my recovery, I was angry and confused. A couple if days after my accident, I received cards from my eight year old campers. One of them drew a giant paper crane, and said, “if you fold a thousand paper cranes, you’ll get better”.
Not being able to read, ride a bicycle, or put stress on my body, I cut up an old sudoku puzzle, went on YouTube, and learned how to make a paper crane. By the end of the day, I had a laundry basket full of black and white paper cranes.
I kept making paper cranes, even after I made a thousand, and I ran into a dilemma. What do you do with paper cranes once you’ve made them? A girl in my class had committed suicide the same day I had my accident, and I brought a purple crane to her wake. Her family could not have been happier the moment I presented them with this crane. Something clicked in my head right there. I started giving them to people and hiding them in random places for people to find. I started making art with them, and they became a major part of who I was.
This tattoo is symbolic of my accident, and could not represent me any better.
when parents make sex jokes around you thinking you don’t get it