Halle Marie

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:’3 please oh please oh please oh please?

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antonellosirotti209:

Do you feel old yet?

i hate my life

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Seriously, they need to make the ads for this stuff more relevant to what the product really is.

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aazure:

The truth behind LazyTown
Stephanie grew up in a city home ridden with abuse, neglect, and sluggishness. She was bullied at school, and had few friends. Her parents never really cared for her, and were much more interested in the worlds of online gambling and daytime TV than raising a young daughter. They had never really wanted a child, a fact that they made clear to Stephanie at every possible opportunity. While her mother worked part-time at the local grocery store, her father did not work at all. The family survived primarily off of government payments. Stephanie always had an interest in broadway and music, but her parents suppressed this ruthlessly, putting her down and destroying her confidence. At night time, while her parents gorged on fast food and sprawled in front of the television, Stephanie would retreat to her room, alone, and try to sing herself to sleep - but it was often all too much for her. Self-harm became a prominent part of her daily routine, and acts of rebellion began to emerge. She cut her hair short, bleached it, and dyed it bright pink, in an attempt to defy her parents. She became involved in a local drug ring, frequently taking hallucinogenics, which warped her sense of reality. But still, her parents showed no care for her. She began to lose it. One night when her parents were watching television, as per usual, she stormed in to the room crying and screaming gibberish with a sledge hammer and began to destroy all of the electronics in sight. The television was shattered, the furniture was mostly destroyed and her father suffered a broken shoulder from trying to restrain her. At this point, her parents decided that they no longer needed the burden of having her around, and committed her to a small-town, secluded mental asylum in the countryside, telling her that she would be staying with “family” for a while. At this point, a combination of her excessive drug use and sheer fear caused Stephanie to retreat in to a private fantasy world, where she would experience what was happening in real life - only in an entirely warped way. She believed one of the heads of the asylum was her uncle, and treated him as such. Having being seriously affected by her parent’s laziness and neglect, she urged the other younger patients to be more active, to stop watching television, and to get outside and play, recreating her childhood and filling it with the friends she never had. She would constantly sing songs about what she was doing, and expressed her self through dancing. In her mind, she was a prominent part of this “town” of people who all admired her and loved her, as she saw it, and enjoyed constantly being the centre of attention and playing the hero. One of the older male patients in the asylum often helped Stephanie, also motivating the children to play and sing with her, and helping them out with various things. A male nurse, Robert, who worked at the asylum, frequently tried to join in with the children in order to grown closer to them and help them get better. However when he started donning costumes to create new fun for the children, Stephanie mentally turned him in to the enemy. She expressed this to the other children, and they always tried to “foil his plans” - when he was really just trying to befriend them. She remained in this state of mind for several years. Stephanie never fully recovered from her warped mental state, and some part of her always remained in this world where she was the adored heroine, and could freely express herself through music as she pleased.

um wow

Greatest show EVER

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Me: Ugh, why isn't my pizza done yet?
Mom: It's been in for three minutes. Just wait.
Me: I DID MY WAITING!
Mom: Oh, god, not again.
Me: TWELVE YEARS OF IT!
Mom: Every time.
Me: IN AZKABAN!

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Fabulous clock xD

that point in your life when you said “yesh” and “shmexy”

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