#it was an arranged marriage right #so what if they met for the first time and fergus was a total blushing stammering human disaster #and elinor was so terrified by the whole thing she just clung to her courtesies and hoped for the best #and that night at dinner elinor’s escort (who was kind of old and sleepy obvs) fell asleep and faceplanted into the soup #and they just looked at each other and burst out laughing #and all was well
WHY IS THIS SO ADORBS
but btw i love how brave unlike many disney movies addresses the arranged marriage problem like YEA this was a part of history and it’s ok
Hello new headcanon Felinor is the most adorable ship.
Hours Worked On Minimum Wage In Order To Pay For One University Credit Hour
*Flings this chart at baby boomers*
Well, I have said this in the past, so I hope i don’t bore you by repeating it, but I think that we live or die under the tyranny of perfection. Socially, we are pushed towards being perfect. Physically, beautiful to conform to standards that are cruel and uncommon, to behave and lead our lives in a certain way, to demonstrate to the world that we are happy and healthy and all full of sunshine. We are told to always smile and never sweat, by multiple commercials of shampoo or beer.
And I feel that the most achievable goal of our lives is to have the freedom that imperfection gives us.
And there is no better patron saint of imperfection than a monster.
We will try really hard to be angels, but I think that a balanced, sane life is to accept the monstrosity in ourselves and others as part of what being human is. Imperfection, the acceptance of imperfection, leads to tolerance and liberates us from social models that I find horrible and oppressive.
why does my body keep producing acne why can’t you focus on more important things like growing wings or making me hot
OH SHIT OH MY GODS THIS IS I CAN’T
Stumbled upon this on Facebook today and couldn’t stop laughing.