
The pure fact that this doesn’t even need a title or a description or anything speaks volumes. I mean look at the number of notes this has. There are so few people who don’t recognize it. And the song itself just gives you chills. It’s so magical.
The fuck is this?
Wait..
Is that?I think it is.OMG yes…it is
if you don’t reblog this, you have no heart!
i don’t care if you’re a hipster blog, a miley cyrus blog, or a kawaii blog, you WILL reblog this!
all of my followers had better reblog this!
this won’t make your blog ugly! stop reblogging anorexic girls and take five seconds to show that you’re a fucking human being
98% of the people who see this won’t reblog this because they just don’t care
PLEASE unfollow me if you don’t reblog this
rosa parkour
leaping over segregation
Martin Leaper King
Hopping over violent acts for peaceful ones
I wish we said “fancy” in America. As in, “I fancy you.” It’s such a more agreeable term than “I have a crush on you.” What’s a crush? Like, I AM A BOA CONSTRICTOR AND I AM GOING TO IMMOBILIZE YOU WITH MY MISPLACED AND OBSESSIVE AFFECTION. “I fancy you” is like, you’re so shiny and glittery and I just want to put you on a shelf and look at you for a while ‘cause you’re fancy.
My little brother got into outer space and stuff so my step-mom bought him a place mat with all the planets on it. When I first saw it, I was upset, because it was newer and so Pluto wasn’t labeled. I was about to say something when I noticed something…
Pluto is there.
The artist remembered Pluto.
Guys…
The artist drew Pluto crying.





















