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That awkward moment when Ariel had to sell her voice because she doesn’t have a soul.


…because she’s a ginger.

(via nymphautomatonic-deactivated201)


I'm a lover, a fighter, a sister, a friend, a student, an artist, a lover of love stories and fairy tales, a believer in beauty not seen by the naked eye, a teller of the truth no matter how hard the circumstance, a shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen, a hand to hold. I'm strong because I have to be, straightforward and open minded because I choose to be, and I want to believe that everyone, even the lowest of the low, has some good within them, even with evidence to the contrary. I'm a dreamer, a believer of magic and miracles, with my head in the clouds but my feet dug firmly into the sand. I want things I cannot have, have gone through things I did not want, and have seen things both beautiful and ugly to behold. Experience is the answer to the eternal question of life, and breathing is not the same thing as living. I'm a collector of many things, including people, a teller of stories, and a voice of reason. Everything I am and everything I'll be is my choice, and I am the hands that will craft my future.

"It's not always rainbows and butterflies, it's compromise that moves us along, heart is full and my door's always open, you can come anytime you want..."