TO EVERYONE WHO SAYS DISNEY SEQUELS ARE SHIT, GO WATCH CINDERELLA 2
OKAY LET ME EXPLAIN YA’LL FUCKERS A THING. THIS MOVIE IS GREAT. CINDERELLA HELPS OUT ANASTASIA, WHO WAS A COMPLETE BITCH TO HER FOR MOST OF HER LIFE (AND SHE KNOWS IT), WHEN SHE COULD HAVE EASILY BEEN LIKE AHAHA FUCK YOU N00B AND WALTZED OFF WITH HER BAM SLAMMIN’ BOOTY JAMMIN’ PRINCE.
SHE HELPS ANASTASIA DEFY HER BITCHY CRABAPPLE OF A MOTHER AND GET TOGETHER WITH THIS UNBEARABLY SWEET BAKER DUDE BECAUSE SHE IS SUPER NICE AND FORGIVING. ANASTASIA SHOWS HUGE CHARACTER GROWTH, WHILE STILL RETAINING HER PERSONALITY. IN THE END CINDERELLA DANCES BY WITH THE PRINCE AND THEY SMILE AT EACH OTHER BECAUSE SHE AIN’T EVEN JELLY BECAUSE SHE GOT THE ADORABLE BREAD GUY AND TRUE FUCKIN’ LOVE WHICH IS REALLY ALL SHE EVER WANTED.
reblogging here because i can see this being relevant to anyone who’s ever tried to get out of an abusive relationship
Reblogging because that last comment made me reread the whole thing in a new light and realize this could be vital information. So, putting it out there for everyone, and hoping no one ever really needs it.
At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.”
In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.
Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.
When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare.
By Caitlin Moran (via artvevo)