The same Ocean that constantly put Moana and her chicken back on the boat is the same Ocean that let her father’s best friend drown when they were kids.
My psych teacher has a poster in her classroom that says “Everytime you call your boyfriend ‘Daddy,’ Sigmund Freud’s ghost grows a little bit stronger,” and if that isn’t threatening, then I don’t know what is.
What if you call Freud Daddy?
Because he was Daddy AF…
every day someone adds something to this post that makes me regret the creation of mankind and I gotta say, this one has to be in the top five
i am actually so self-conscious to the point where if someone is looking at me i literally feel like they’re thinking and picking out all of my flaws dear god.