I hate JoJo. Every subreddit I go through has a vermin-like underclass of Jojo fanboys. They all just have to say" iS That A HOHo ReFErEncE??!!1" on every post that contains a single word that may have been used in the comics. Oh, a suspicious link? Probabyl a rickrool. NOPE!!! They've ruined that, too! One of the olderst internet traditions ruined by JojO fanboys. Thunder Cross Split Attack! Son funny, right? I'm wheezing! NO. SHUT UP. Nobody cares about your comic series. Dio is a s stupid character from a stupid comic series. I downvote every post and comment that mentions JoJo, out of pure bloodcurdling rag. I want to detonate a MASSIVE tehrmonuclear warhead right on top of whatever godforsaken studio publishes that stinking-pile-of-trash comic. Frankly, I don't even care for the civilian casualties, either. At least they died for a good reason. Unlike JoJo fans, I actually contribute to the betterment of mankind, instead of spamming references on the internet. Every JoJo fan that dies a slow, painful death is a win in my book. I have claimed over a dozen of them already, too. I annihailted their skulls with my fists. Their stupid ice attack didn't do anything for them either. They dies like they lived, pathetic excuses for humans. I hope more people hear my message and declar war on JoJo. If nobody helps me, I will do as much damage as I possibly can before I die. Thank you.

Come on, Alberto. The train’s gonna leave. Where’s your stuff?
Yeah, well, you see…
You are coming, right?
Um, I would, but Massimo asked if I wanted to stick around. Move in maybe. And I just thought, uh… I think he needs me. You know?
I can’t do it without you.
But you’re never without me. The next time that you jump off a cliff or tell Bruno to quit bothering you, that’s me.
But how am I gonna know you’re okay?
You got me off the island, Luca. I’m okay.
Piacere Girolamo Trombetta.
Seriously, what does that mean?
No idea. Go find out for me, will ya?

Come on, Alberto. The train's gonna leave. Where's your stuff?
Yeah, well, you see...
You are coming, right?
Um, I would, but Massimo asked if Iwanted to stick around. Movve in maybe. And I just thought, uh...I think he needs me. You know?
I can't do it without you.
But you're never without me. The next time that you jump off a cliff or tell Bruno to quit bothering you, that's me.
But how am I gonna know you're okay?
You got me off the island, Luca. I'm okay.
Piacere Girolamo Torombetta.
Seriously, what does that man?
No idea. Go find out for me, will ya?

If you took a couple of David Bowies and stuck one of the David Bowies on the top of the other David Bowie, then attached another David Bowie to the end of each of the arms of the upper of the first two David Bowies and wrapped the whole business up in a dirty beach robe you would then have something which didn't exactly look like John Watson, but which those who knew him would find hauntingly familiar.

Remember me
Though I have to say goodbye
Remember me
Don't let it make you cry
For even if I'm far away I hold you in my heart
I sing a secret song to you each night we are apart

Remember me
Though I have to travel far
Remember me
Each time you hear a sad guitar
Know that I'm with you the only way that I can be
Until you're in my arms again
Remember me

AHHHH COCOOO :')

Remember me
Though I have to say goodbye4Remember me
Don't let it make you cry
For even if I'm far away I hold you in my heart
I sing a secret song to you each night we are apart

Remember me

Though I have to travel far
Remember me
Each time you hear a sad guiyar
Know that I'm with you the only way that I can be
Until you're in my arms again Remember me

Can you hear my voice, from my invisible self?
Dancer in the dark
Even if you can see through my silhouette, broken and misshapen,
At least let your voice ring out
Desperately clinging on, searching for proof
Just like a ghost

@Samantha Foster Personal unpopular opinion: Coco is the best Pixar film ever, even better than Toy Story!

Can you hear my voice, from my invisible self?
Dancer in the dark
Even if ou can see through my silhouette, broken and misshapen,
At least let your voice ring out
Desperately clinging on, searching for a proff
Just like a ghost

"In accordance with our laws, by the rights of our heritage, only the first born of each of the great leaders may be presented as champion, and thus compete for the hand of the princess of DunBroch. To win the fair maiden, they must prove their worth by feats of strength or arms in the games. It is customary that the challenge be determined by the princess herself."

"I am Merida, first-born descendant of Clan DunBroch, and I'll be shooting for my own hand!"

@Elisabeth Erner yeah I agree with you

"In accordance with our laws, bt rhe rights of our heritage, only the first born of each of the great leaders mayt be presented as champion, and thus compete for the hand of the princess of DunBroch. To win the fair maiden, they must prove their worth by feats of strength or arms in the games. It ois customarty that the challenge be determined by the princess herself."

"I am Merida, first-born descendant of Clan DunBroch, and I'll be shooting for my own hand!"

"Don't you dare shoot another arrow!"

This is enough
I have a goal I want to reach though it is far
And this is my world, it is wrapped up together with all my words
On the canvas of my dreams, which I will continue to paint
In the same colors burning within my heart now

It may be all too weak and frail
It may even crumble and fail
My mind's desire still takes flight (towa)rd all eternity
It will resonate with and dye the future in my own palette

(Shooting it anyway like the boss she is)

This is enough
I have a goal I want to reach though it is far
And this is mu world, it is wrapped up together with all my words
On the canvas of my dreams, which I will continue to paint
In the same colours burning within my heart now

It may be all too weak and frail
It may even crumble and fail
My mind's desire still takes flight (towa)rd all eternity
It will resonate with and dye the future in my own palette

ATTENDANT: Exactly like this. There's no differentiation. Everyone's equal.
PERSON: For once.
ATTENDANT: What isn't equal, of course, is the... amount of time you spend here listening.
PERSON: Oh God.
ATTENDANT: (part of the training) Listening, just to yourself. To your voice.
PERSON: I know.
ATTENDANT: Listening, word by word, to every lie you ever told while you were alive.

Attendanr; exaztlg lije this there’s no diffentuatn. everuones equal.
Persom: for onve
Attendant: wjat isne equal of course is the anoumt od time you spend hwer listening
Person: oh goh
Ageendent: partu of trsinung listening just to yourswlf to your boice
Persom; I know
Attenadent: lostening word but word to every lie you ever yold whole your were alive


Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,
Teach us something please,
Whether we be old and bald,
Or young with scabby knees,

Hogwzrts, Howarts, Hoggy Warty Hofwarts
Yeach us something please,
Wheteher we be old and bald
Or young with svcabby knees,

"Senchou, ahoy!"
"Ahoy!"
"How are ya?"
"I'm h*****~"
"..."
"..."
"a"

Sanchou ahiy
Ahiy
How are ya?
im???
…
…
A


Our heads could do with filling
With some interesting stuff,
For now they’re bare and full of air,
Dead flies and bits of fluff,