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ca-eu: bitch-fuck-you-haha: defective-youth: ghetto-nigga: secretly-crying-in-the-rain: i’ve been starring at this for an unhealthy long of a time.  Whoever that hand belongs to, wanted to protect the driver, it looks as though. I can’t stop staring at this. You can see the front of the other car just smash in. And then you look at how it was driving and you begin to wonder how did it even crash, did it lose control? Cause it didn’t hit anything.  And you also notice that the car we are looking inside of is only going about 35 mph.  (via imgTumble) this has to be one of the most interesting images i have ever seen.  I can’t stop watching it wat

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origami-dolls: absolutely gorgeous! 

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dreamydisney: Former Disneyland mermaid, Edie, shares what it was like to don a tail and swim in the happiest place on earth: Being a professional mermaid for Walt was nothing to take lightly.  The Productions Department measured us from hip to toe for neoprene tails, complete with large flukes, and green starfish bras.  We were taught to slither into the Submarine Lagoon from a hidden chamber and dolphin kick underwater to magically surface in the center of the pool.  There we sat on a rock and untangled our hair with immense blue and yellow plastic combs, and plucked ersatz lyres.We worked in shifts of two, and traded off hourly. Each time a submarine passed, we dove underwater to frolic about, hang upside down by spinning our tails, and to wave at curious faces plastered against the portholes.  With practice we learned to smile without emitting bubble screens that would distort our faces into repulsive creatures from the deep.  For all this we were paid $1.85 an hour - a whopping net of $59.55 each week.  To read more of “Diary of a Disneyland Mermaid”, visit here! :)

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