cantfightfatetoo:

Huh! To hear that beetle talk, you’d think something was gonna happen to us.

Pinocchio (1940)







vampirecorleone:

Ive got no strings, to hold me down. To make me fret, or make me frown. I had strings, but now Im free. There are no strings on me.
Pinocchio (1940)






frodo-sam:

Now, a formula to transform my beauty into ugliness. Change my queenly raiment to a peddler’s cloak. Mummy dust, to make me old. To shroud my clothes, the black of night. To age my voice, an old hag’s cackle. To whiten my hair, a scream of fright. A blast of wind to fan my hate. A thunderbolt to mix it well. Now, begin thy magic spell.

SNOW WHITE AND THE SEVEN DWARFS (1937) dir. William Cottrell, David Hand and Wilfred Jackson.







bearer-of-bad-decisions:

family feud is a national treasure 

























anxietyproblem:

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here-lies-beetlejuice:

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