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I don’t want to sound emo, but at the same time I’m not gonna lie and say I’m totally fine.  This question can’t really be answered with a simple yes or no.  How’s this for an answer—not quite.

i’ll ask you to make me a custom disney shirt for next time i go :] as soon as life settles down. im flying out to missouri tmrw night for 2 weeks. sorry ive been MIA :[ miss kickin it with you tho, derp.

 I couldn’t find youuu! I tried hot2trot69 too cuz I figured that’d be your other username or something, but that didn’t work either.  Sorry.  Good question though?

Eugenia, that’s a really good question.  I know exactly what you’re going through because I myself have been through the same ordeal.  

Basically, my dad and I got locked in the cellar while an angry mob lead by a hunky sex god rushed toward the castle.  Mind you, my dad is a genius inventor, and we were able to break out of the cellar with the help of a little teacup.  He got my dad’s wood chopping contraption to work and broke opened the cellar.  Then I rushed to the castle, and got there only to see my hairy beast friend holding up the village hunk over the balcony.  I yelled, “No!”.  He was so glad to see me back at the castle.

The rest the story was pretty simple, really.  I ended up asking my father—the inventor of toaster strudel—to just give me legs, and he knew that I just really wanted to be a real human being.  He took his giant fork and just DID IT!  It was pretty tight.  I hope I was able to set an example for you.  I mean, if not , you could always marry Jafar.  He’s a cutie.

Any more questions?