This movie always confuses me…
The answer is yes.
Is The Nightmare Before Christmas a Halloween movie or a Christmas movie?
One time, our cat brought a mouse into the house. He managed to escape and ran into one of Michael’s boots. We tried to free him but the little thing wouldn’t budge. So I popped the boot into a shoebox with some bits of fluff, cheese and water, then I put the shoebox in a bigger box Next, I popped the box into the bathroom, sliding the door close. I figured he would be safe in his fortress. Anyway, by morning, our cats had figured a way to open the sliding door and ripped through both the cardboard box and shoebox inside it. When we checked the boot there was no sign of the little mouse. However the cheese was gone and (this broke my heart a little) there were little bits of fluff in the boot. Which meant he would have scrambled out, ate the cheese and taken the bits of fluff into the boot for comfort. So I figured out the cats had killed him and I felt really guilty and sad about it for the whole day. Like that little mouse was in my care and I had let him down. Then that night, we were watching TV and I just so happened to glance to my right and I could not believe my eyes. I had just caught the little mouse running across the room and up behind the blinds. I thought maybe I had imagined it. I mean, the odds of that mouse surviving an attack from two cats and then hiding the entire day, only to run out at the exact moment when I was glancing away from the TV were so slim. But when I looked behind the blind, sure enough, there he was. So I opened the window and he ran out. It was a total miracle!
nah man just imagine Tonks during her years at Hogwarts making herself look like Dumbledore for no real reason other than to confuse the hell out of other students by plopping down next to them and asking them weirdass questions like if they’ve ironed their socks in the last week and then walking away
Imagine Dumbledore realising she’s doing it and joining in so that sometimes there are two Dumbledores talking to one student.
There will come a time when you want to cut off all your hair. Do it. Realise that the thing you want rid of doesn’t lie in the long curls that frame your face so perfectly. Live with short hair for a while. It’ll grow.
You won’t always want to talk to people. That’s okay. When it’s late and you hear your friends talking in the next room, you don’t have to join them. You’re allowed your solitude. It makes company sweeter and it teaches you how to survive alone. You will need that skill.
In the winter, you’ll believe that nothing will ever grow again. You’re wrong. Every year, London looks like it’s on its last legs, wheezing through those last cold days in March. Every year, spring comes like an explosion and the city shakes off its sleep.
Mundane problems will get the better of you sometimes. Don’t worry. Try as you might, life cannot be an endless, beautiful, intense moment. Find comfort in money worries and late trains; they’re a welcome rest in between heartbreaks and breakdowns.
People will call you a cynic, a wry smile on their faces. Pay them no mind. You alone know that you are capable of a love greater than anything they can comprehend. You alone know that you are not willing to sell your identity and respect to the first smirking halfwit to pass by. It is not cynicism. It is reverence for your own vast and fathomless heart, and it makes sense only to love someone who understands that and is awed by it.
You will not always get what you want when you want it. Accept it. Your goals are not set in stone and you are not on a fixed trajectory. Sometimes, life will take its time and you will have to play the long, interminable game. Play it well and with as much grace as you can muster. Live at your own pace.
At night, you will occasionally wake up afraid, wanting to die. Don’t give in. Night plays its tricks, but you are not so easily fooled. Your mind will play its tricks, too. It will make you believe that you’re not who you are, but you must not give in. You take a breath and you tell yourself that you are here. That you always were.