All dressed up for #WDW #DapperDay even though I can’t be there.
Moral of the story: if your afraid of birds, you can’t be a princess.
Bras we have known.
(via LOL, DAMN!)
EDIT: update! Someone finally came and told me where this picture comes from! We can credit kat_rosenfield as the source of this one.
Idina Menzel- Defying Gravity (Live)
Need this on my blog.
Can someone make a cheat sheet of all the movies in that last sequence. I want to watch them all.
My sister is friends with a homeless, bank-robber and I’m actually okay with it.
This is not the same ol’ story about having compassion towards the homeless. This is a story about redemption.
I met Steve Goff roughly six months ago in August. Every morning, when my sister and I would make our daily commute to school, there he was, waiting to greet us, and pretty much everyone, who got off the Powell St. Bart Station to make their way to the steps of San Francisco’s downtown.
I’ll admit it. I ignored Steve. A lot. I didn’t even learn his name until a couple of days ago. 6am and riding that damn crowded train infested with diseases because of people who don’t cover their mouth and do god knows what else. The last thing I needed was another San Francisco homeless person shaking a cup in front of my face for money.
But this guy didn’t have a cup. All he had was a cigarette in one hand and his hand waving hi to us with the other.
"Hello, ladies! How are you this morning?" He’d look right at my sister and I. We were raised to be very polite people from our mother and from a lot of experience with cruelty so I’d smirk to acknowledge him and my sister would respond "Good," with her big, signature smile.
"Thanks for the smile, sweeties, you two have a great day." He’d wave bye to us as we would get on the escalator and carry on with our lives.
There was something about the way he said that that made me wonder how many people give him, or anyone else, a smile in a day.