do you ever just “what the fuck is the point” so hard that you stop everything you’re doing and stare and pretty much wonder why you don’t vanish from existence because the level of done you are should pretty much deconstruct your biological makeup
STARS. THE FINAL EXPLORE-Y PLACE. THESE ARE THE TRIP THINGS OF THE SPACEBOAT ENTERPIPES. ITS FIVE YEAR JOB THINGY: TO HANG OUT IN STRANGE NEW PLACES, TO HAVE DINNER WITH ALIENS AND SHIT, TO VAGUELY WANDER IN THAT DIRECTION LIKE NO ONE HAS DONE BEFORE.
From the journal I kept while developing Rapunzel for Tangled: trying to get inside the head of the 18 yr old girl who’d lived her whole childhood locked inside a tower.
What does Rapunzel feel about being an adult? What does being an adult represent? Does this mean leaving behind the childhood stories (monsters outside the tower etc…) she’s believed her whole life?
What does being an adult woman mean to Rapunzel?
Today in science we learned that you can never gain cold, you can only have an absence of heat; and it made me think that maybe hatred doesn’t exist, and there’s only an absence of love.
this is the realist shit I’ve ever read
