Sunset is no metaphor for beginning, but that island, that summer, was all they ever were. When she refused to wash her hair for fear of disturbing the smell of the sea locked in its burgeoning dreadlocked strands; when her skin was browned by sun and softened by sand. He traced…
Fuck you, I still liked it
— Me, after someone listed all the things that were wrong with a movie (via foxwin
Got a desktop shuffle of my favorite Disney/Pixar movies. :D
The moment you realize that when Olaf describes what “true love” is, it could apply to both Kristoff and Elsa.