Guido: The prize is… the prize is…
Eliseo Orefice: A tank.
Guido: Yes! Yes, the prize is a tank.
Giosué Orefice: I already have one.
Guido: No, a real one.
Giosué Orefice: A real tank?
Es raro, como nunca vas a poder saber cómo eres en realidad, podrás ver tu reflejo en un espejo, o verte en fotografías, pero jamás podrás verte como los demás te ven.
(Source: crystalnations, via stayfearles)
Surprises from some Gacha machine :)
Got a Monsters University key chain this time!
What they don’t understand about birthdays and what they never tell
you is that when you’re eleven, you’re also ten, and nine, and eight, and
seven, and six, and five, and four, and three, and two, and one. And when you
wake up on your eleventh birthday you expect to feel eleven, but you don’t.
You open your eyes and everything’s just like yesterday, only it’s today. And
you don’t feel eleven at all. You feel like you’re still ten. And you are —
underneath the year that makes you eleven.
Like some days you might say something stupid, and that’s the part of
you that’s still ten. Or maybe some days you might need to sit on your
mama’s lap because you’re scared, and that’s the part of you that’s five.
And maybe one day when you’re all grown up maybe you will need to cry like
if you’re three, and that’s okay. That’s what I tell Mama when she’s sad and
needs to cry. Maybe she’s feeling three.
Because the way you grow old is kind of like an onion or like the rings
inside a tree trunk or like my little wooden dolls that fit one inside the
other, each year inside the next one. That’s how being eleven years old is.
—Sandra Cisneros (via commanderspock)
(Source: arpeggia, via yourlifeisyourmessage)
Feeling is doing her hair!