knockturnalleywitch:

"When we consider a project, we really study it—not just the surface idea, but everything about it. And when we go into that new project, we believe in it all the way. We have confidence in our ability to do it right. And we work hard to do the best possible job." - Walt Disney.

Happy 59th birthday, Disneyland.

siighko:

Happy Birthday Disneyland!!!! 💕

siighko:

Happy Birthday Disneyland!!!! 💕

theresaneverlandwaiting4u:

"To all who come to this happy place, welcome."

With those words, Walt Disney opened the gates to his dream, Disneyland, on July 17, 1955 — 59 years ago Thursday.

Quite a milestone when you think that many predicted the theme park wouldn’t survive its first year. 


• Disneyland’s 1 millionth guest arrived Sept. 8, 1955, less than two months after opening day.

• The 5 millionth guest arrived Oct. 4, 1956.

• The 10 millionth guest arrived Dec. 31, 1957.

• The 100 millionth guest arrived June 17, 1971.

• The 500 millionth guest was welcomed Jan. 8, 2004.

It is possible that the total attendance for both parks will hit 750 million guests sometime during the Diamond Celebration in 2015.

theresaneverlandwaiting4u:

"To all who come to this happy place, welcome."

With those words, Walt Disney opened the gates to his dream, Disneyland, on July 17, 1955 — 59 years ago Thursday.

Quite a milestone when you think that many predicted the theme park wouldn’t survive its first year.


• Disneyland’s 1 millionth guest arrived Sept. 8, 1955, less than two months after opening day.

• The 5 millionth guest arrived Oct. 4, 1956.

• The 10 millionth guest arrived Dec. 31, 1957.

• The 100 millionth guest arrived June 17, 1971.

• The 500 millionth guest was welcomed Jan. 8, 2004.

It is possible that the total attendance for both parks will hit 750 million guests sometime during the Diamond Celebration in 2015.

giveitup-forlove:

buddhaofficial:

qu4ntumflvx:

beyondjustus:

fuckyeahkaleighrae:

bear-me-watson:

pleatedjeans:

Disney is a Magical Place (30 Pics)

Can I be Sally?? PLEASE OMFG

the deadmau5 photo tho ha ha ha

This is why I love Disney

NEIL DEGRASSE TYSON THOUGH

NO BUT YOU GUYS ARE FORGETTING THE BEST ONE

When the Beatles were told to help decorate the Casbah Club, owned by Mona Best (Pete Best’s mother), John Lennon — as he finished painting the room he was assigned to paint [the Aztec Room] — decided to carve his name into the wall as a way to sign his “work of art”. He was caught by Mrs. Best, however, and received a whack on the back of his head as a punishment; but nobody covered it up and it’s still there to this day.

Some time later, when the Casbah was expanding itself, the Beatles were again asked to help with the painting of a new room [the Spider Room]. John decided to carve his name once again into the ceiling, adding a sarcastic little “I’m back” to his signature this time.

gatabella:

Stars with a cake

praxis89:

Orange in his Hand
I see two men sweat at the exit of the freeway.
One is brown and burnt from the sun rays the other is white with an American Flag stitched across his trucker hat.
They both wear dirty clothes. They both burn  to hold a little green.
One sells oranges, walking up and down the street.  One holds a sign that reads, “I’m hungry, help me eat.” I feel for both of them, but I only admire one.
The one who hands oranges in bags to tired faces, who chases cars for his change, who counts pennies as profit to keep his apartment.
The one whose wife wakes before sunrise to walk through Los Angeles streets yelling “tamales, tamales” with a 4 year old daughter  at her side.
The mother who crossed over 4 years earlier so her daughter wouldn’t have to sell tamales with a baby at her side.
The father tells his son never to beg, but to work hard for the bread. So the son sells Cheetos at his high school and gets called beaner for not owning  named brand clothes. A son who must bring dollars before good grades because rent is two weeks late. A son who will one day hold  a gun to the head of a liquor store clerk, only to remember  his father’s words.
Mijo, work hard for the bread.
Rent is two weeks late  so the family breaks tax laws to make jobs and they lifts roses to the sky hoping someone passing by is falling in love again, so the family takes elotes to the neighborhood projects hoping the ninos are hungry.
The news says this family is here to take my job,  my seat in school,  my country, but the only thing they’re taking  is the risk of being handcuffed, broken and deported in the name of family in the name of love in the name of trying  everything to stay above the current and that is why I can’t help
But to admire the man with an orange in his hand, a fireball of hunger in his palm.

praxis89:

Orange in his Hand

I see two men sweat
at the exit
of the freeway.

One is brown and burnt
from the sun rays
the other is white
with an American Flag
stitched across his trucker hat.

They both wear dirty clothes.
They both burn
to hold
a little green.

One sells oranges, walking up
and down the street.
One holds a sign that reads,
“I’m hungry, help me eat.”
I feel for both of them,
but I only admire one.

The one who hands
oranges in bags to tired faces,
who chases cars
for his change,
who counts pennies
as profit
to keep his apartment.

The one whose wife wakes
before sunrise to walk
through Los Angeles streets
yelling “tamales, tamales”
with a 4 year old daughter
at her side.

The mother who crossed over
4 years earlier so her daughter
wouldn’t have to sell tamales
with a baby at her side.

The father tells his son
never to beg,
but to work hard for the bread.
So the son sells Cheetos
at his high school
and gets called beaner
for not owning
named brand clothes.
A son who must bring dollars
before good grades
because rent is two weeks late.
A son who will one day hold
a gun to the head
of a liquor store clerk,
only to remember
his father’s words.

Mijo, work hard for the bread.

Rent is two weeks late
so the family
breaks tax laws to make jobs
and they lifts roses to the sky
hoping someone passing by
is falling in love again,
so the family
takes elotes
to the neighborhood projects
hoping the ninos are hungry.

The news says this family is here
to take my job,
my seat in school,
my country,
but the only thing they’re taking
is the risk
of being handcuffed,
broken and deported
in the name of family
in the name of love
in the name of trying
everything to stay above
the current
and that is why
I can’t help

But to admire the man
with an orange in his hand,
a fireball of hunger in his palm.

tessmunster:

supernaturlig:

Whenever I see people shaming the body acceptance campaigns etc., I get so very, very sad.
I mean, why wouldn’t you want someone to accept their body? To feel comfortable with the skin they’re in? Why would you want to bring someone down, to make them unhappy because of the cellulite on their thighs or the freckles on their nose? I don’t understand.
What I do understand, however, is what campaigns like Tess Munster’s Eff Your Beauty Standards and similar blogs, campaigns etc. has done for me.
This year I actually had the guts to post a photo of me in my underwear, despite not having worn bikinis since I was 14. I wore shorts for the first time in over two years, because Tess Munster and other people on Tumblr said that it was okay. By posting pictures of themselves, looking absolutely gorgeous in their respective clothing, they told me that it was perfectly fine to wear shorts whenever it’s hot out, and they said it was fine to- if not like them - at least accept your stretch marks. It has boosted my confidence a lot, and I’m so, so thankful for that.
So thank you Tess Munster, for helping me appreciate my body for what it is. Thank you fellow feminists, for showing me that it’s okay to be fat and still rock denim shorts.
It means the world to me.

crying….so..hard.

tessmunster:

supernaturlig:

Whenever I see people shaming the body acceptance campaigns etc., I get so very, very sad.

I mean, why wouldn’t you want someone to accept their body? To feel comfortable with the skin they’re in? Why would you want to bring someone down, to make them unhappy because of the cellulite on their thighs or the freckles on their nose? I don’t understand.

What I do understand, however, is what campaigns like Tess Munster’s Eff Your Beauty Standards and similar blogs, campaigns etc. has done for me.

This year I actually had the guts to post a photo of me in my underwear, despite not having worn bikinis since I was 14. I wore shorts for the first time in over two years, because Tess Munster and other people on Tumblr said that it was okay. By posting pictures of themselves, looking absolutely gorgeous in their respective clothing, they told me that it was perfectly fine to wear shorts whenever it’s hot out, and they said it was fine to- if not like them - at least accept your stretch marks. It has boosted my confidence a lot, and I’m so, so thankful for that.

So thank you Tess Munster, for helping me appreciate my body for what it is. Thank you fellow feminists, for showing me that it’s okay to be fat and still rock denim shorts.

It means the world to me.

crying….so..hard.