a haiku about me in social situations
what what what what what
what what what what what what what
what what what what what
this looks like the opening to thrift shop
why get a job when you can get hit by cars and sue the drivers
And then you get injured and possibility die? I don’t think so.
get rich or die tryin dont you know the fuckin motto
WHY DID THIS SHOW NEVER GET ITS MOVIE?
ALL DISNEY SHOWS GOT A MOVIE BACK THEN AND THIS ONE WAS THE ONLY ONE THAT COMPLETELY WARRANTED ONE.
IT HAD A CLIFFHANGER.
I WILL NEVER STOP BEING MAD OVER THIS.
he looks so happy in the last one. It’s like he has been waiting for this his whole life and now he has it and he just wants to cry
I am DYING from the cuteness!!
“If there is no ups and downs, it means that you are dead”
I just saw this without the picture and realized the deeper meaning…
What he has is pure empathy. He can assume your point of view, or mine, and maybe some other points of view that scare him. It’s an uncomfortable gift. Perception’s a tool that’s pointed on both ends.
BUT NO SERIOUSLY CAN WE JUST NOTICE HOW THEY’RE ALL POSITIONED NOTICE HOW HANNIBAL IS IN THE SHADOWS ON THE DARKER SIDE OF THE ROOM AND HOW WILL IS FACING AWAY FROM THE LIGHT BUT IS ON THE LIGHTER SIDE OF THE ROOM NONETHELESS AND HOW IN BETWEEN THEM IS A SURVIVOR OF WHAT BASICALLY AMOUNT TO HANNIBAL’S INFLUENCE IT’S HIS FAULT SHE’S LYING THERE IN THAT HOSPITAL BED AND DESPITE BEING THE DEVIL IN THE DARK HE’S HOLDING HER HAND MORE ABLE TO GIVE COMFORT THAN WILL THE MAN WHO HELPED SAVE HER LIFE WHO IS LOOKING DOWN AND AWAY AND CLOSED OFF AND IN THE PREVIOUS TWO SHOTS WILL’S FACE IS IN SHADOW; HE’S BEING SILHOUTTED BY THE LIGHT INSTEAD OF ILLUMINATED BY IT WHEREAS HANNIBAL’S HAND AND THE HOBBS’ DAUGHTER’S HANDS ARE IN PURE RELIEF THEY ARE MIRRORING EACH OTHER BUT THEY WILL ALWAYS BE SEPARATED BY THE CONSEQUENCES OF THEIR ACTIONS LIKE A VICTIM IN A HOSPITAL BED. SERIOUSLY JUST GO JUST LEAVE ME HERE TO DIE
don’t make me snap my fingers in a z formation
*snaps fingers in a pentagram formation*
*says a Latin incantation*
hail lord satan
this is the most beautiful piece of poetry i’ve ever read
“Oh fuck off, Leight! What are you, taking off? Where the fuck is your gift bag, you wanker? What are you bailing out on me, you wanker? Fuck you… and the horse you rode in on. I love you dearly! Excuse me, you’ve got an amazing fucking man and he’s fantastic and he brightens up my fucking day!”
But call me!