Imagination is a maze

danimstph:

when people barge into my room without asking…

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assbutt-in-the-garrison:

isaytohellwiththelotofyou:

carlostheperfecthairedscientist:

princeofthelight:

kylesimmonsbeard:

millie0013:

the-fandoms-are-2spooky:

ultrareadfreak:

wow even zombies feel like we do

this movie was perf tho

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This film is basically the socially acceptable version of Twilight.
SPOILER: His name was Romeo.

YOU SPOILED IT FOR ME IT WAS CROSSED OUT BUT I READ IT ANYWAY I HAVEN’T READ THE SEQUELS YET

HER NAME JULIE(T)

THE BALCONY SCENE?! HE WANTED TO SEE HER AGAIN?! FROM "TWO DIFFERENT WORLDS"?! R KILLED SOMEONE WHO WAS CLOSE TO JULIE?!

SOMEONE JUST MADE A FUCKING ZOMBIE AU!ROMEO AND JULIET- BUT THEY ACTUALLY LIVED AND HAD A HAPPY ENDING

HOW DID I NOT SEE THIS??!!

the book was based off romeo and juliet. that’s why his friend is M. Mercutio.

wait, this wasn’t obvious to everyone else…? :-/

the only acceptable version of romeo and juliet imo

djpaige:

But srsly though

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If you ever find yourself in a Disney movie

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And someone or something starts being mysteriously surrounded by lime green

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Stay away from the thing

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Everything lime green is evil

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Just remember that.

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Everything lime green is evil.

whentherestrouble:

weskette:

blackcatula:

spookypedia:

it’s a kid’s show

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i say to myself

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as i watch my screen

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only a kid’s show

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as the tears roll down my face

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just a kid’s show

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YEP.

JUST “KIDS’ SHOWS”.

Nothing horrifying…

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Nothing unnerving…

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Nothing deep….

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Nothing sad….

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Nothing really sad…

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None of these kids’ shows ever fucking ripped out my heart…

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…JUST FUCKING KIDS’ STUFF.

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JUST

A

KIDS

SHOW

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rm6y7m6:

Didn’t see anything

lemonteaflower:

just a little reminder. uvu 

rainbowcranes:

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.

rainbowcranes:

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.