why is feet a length of distance feet arent even that long
This will always be one of my favourite posts.
reblog this by 7:10pm (pacific time) today and I will draw you as a magical girl/boy based on your tumblr, please have an about me page with your face or links with your face on your tumblr so I can draw you UwU. If everything goes well, you’ll get a doodle like this.
i wANT ONE
this took an hour to learn dont judge me by my singing ability i didnt come here to sing i came to win
THE END HOLY SHIT
I don’t know if I’ll have the time to write any more letters because I may be too busy trying to participate. So if this does end up being the last letter, I just want you to know that I was in a bad place before I started high school, and you helped me. Even if you didn’t know what I was talking about, or know someone who’s gone through it. You made me not feel alone. Because I know there are people who say all these things don’t happen and there are people who forget what it’s like to be sixteen when they turn seventeen. I know these will all be stories some day and our pictures will become old photographs. We all become somebody’s mom or dad. But right now, these moments are not stories. This is happening. I am here. And I am looking at her, and she is so beautiful. I can see it. This one moment when you know you’re not a sad story. You are alive. And you stand up and see the lights on the building and everything that makes you wonder, and you’re listening to that song, on that drive, with the people you love the most in this world. And in this moment, I swear, we are infinite.