You’re like the Sun and I’m the Moon
A mere reflection of your magnitude
A replica cast across the room
A remedy for your solitude
Because you are my Sun and I’m your Moon
I am the one without a name
You are the glue; I’m bonded to you
Great song with great words.
Warmer, warmer, house on fire
Warmer, warmer, cut the telephone wire
Warmer, warmer, cried the farmer’s wife
Warmer, warmer, with a carving knife
Warmer, warmer, squealed the little pig
Warmer, warmer, let me in
hi everyone, it’s dorothy gale from kansas, and i nominate the wicked witch of the west for the ice bucket challenge
pls give me a franchise where, when a good female character turns evil, she is not immediately dressed in a bondage-inspired outfit that is 2 strips of leather and a thong and instead dresses in sensible jeans and combat boots and a comfy jacket because hello, evil agenda here, there’s no time to be objectified, world domination is priority
"Come to the Dark Side, we have pockets and sensible footwear."
Pockets you say?
just like, friendly reminder that you are a better person than your abusers and you are more successful and also cuter than them