missmaceymouse

msdisneyprincess:

dapperzack:

msdisneyprincess:

jacobyboyer:

msdisneyprincess:

carnationcafe:

msdisneyprincess:

tower-of-terror:

*breaks into Disneyland during the purge*

*and steals all the merch*

*save the small world children slaves*

*wear Ariel’s dress and skip around the park*

*swims in The Rivers Of America*

*climbs Sleeping Beauty Castle*

*eats all of the Mickey Premium Bars*

*flies on Tinkerbell’s firework zipline*

fuckyeahfitspo
zanthropy:

dunyayigezelim:

bilimvekurgu:

irish-carbomb:

After hiking for twelve hours out of a nineteen hour trek, it was time to watch the sunrise at Dinosaur Ridge. When we first looked out, the mountains were completely covered by clouds, but within an hour the clouds dropped and this was what we saw. It felt like heaven, and you could hear everyone present for this moment screaming and shouting for joy! I’d never seen something so incredible, I had to meditate and have gratitude to have experienced this. Some locals said that they’d never seen the mountains like this, even in their 40+ years of hiking there. (© Ka Ram Shim/National Geographic Traveler Photo Contest)

ya nası ya ciddi mi bu hoffffffffff

İnsanlar neler yapıyor, nerelere gidiyor. 

This is stunning

zanthropy:

dunyayigezelim:

bilimvekurgu:

irish-carbomb:

After hiking for twelve hours out of a nineteen hour trek, it was time to watch the sunrise at Dinosaur Ridge. When we first looked out, the mountains were completely covered by clouds, but within an hour the clouds dropped and this was what we saw. It felt like heaven, and you could hear everyone present for this moment screaming and shouting for joy! I’d never seen something so incredible, I had to meditate and have gratitude to have experienced this. Some locals said that they’d never seen the mountains like this, even in their 40+ years of hiking there. (© Ka Ram Shim/National Geographic Traveler Photo Contest)

ya nası ya ciddi mi bu hoffffffffff

İnsanlar neler yapıyor, nerelere gidiyor. 

This is stunning

umla

A number of years ago, while suffering from a mild case of scribe’s fever, a form of neurasthenia common among the intelligentsia of that time, I decided to spend the month of August in the spa town of Nebelsbad below the Alpine Sudetenvatz and had taken up rooms in the Grand Budapest, a picturesque, elaborate and once widely celebrated establishment. I expect some of you will know it.