Dear Walt Disney Animation Studios, it has come to my attention that this url may be valuable to you. I have good news for you. I am happy to give you this url, for the right price. I’m not talking about money, I’m talking about something much more valuable. I want you to fly me to Arendelle so I can meet the great Olaf in person. Until my demands are met, this gif of Olaf getting kicked by Anna will be the only thing on this blog. Thank you for your time.
Nobody in my family’s magic at all, it was ever such a surprise when I got my letter, but I was ever so pleased, of course, it’s the best school of witchcraft there is I’ve heard - I’ve learned all the course books by heart. I just hope it will be enough - I’m Hermione Granger, by the way.
I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you’re always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call. But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
friendly reminder that one time i was watching one of my friends play amnesia: the dark descent and i got too scared so i turned off the music and started playing backstreet boys instead and the song “everybody” came on and at the line “backstreet’s back ALL RIGHT” the monster buSTED THROUGH THE DOOR AND I SCREAMED LIKE A 2-YEAR-OLD