Your blog has now officially been signed by the amazing Walt Disney.
i feel somewhat more official now
My blog is now worthy of it’s existence.
Not all of them are the best, but you still have to remember. Memories are what make up your past. And your past makes up you. So you have to remember them to move on, otherwise you will always be moving two steps back instead of two steps forwards. Without remembering, you will be stuck making mistakes already made, and learned from. Whether they are bad, or good, memories are a part of you. Sure they can make you cry, and sometimes they just hurt, so, so much. But eventually you can get past the pain, and that which made you weak, can now make you strong. Your future, is often many reflections of your past. And maybe, you could have caught a glimpse of it somehow, just maybe by some chance. Those small chances are powerful, and make a huge difference. As big a difference as forgetting memories. Each tear, each word spoken of your past, is strength in a way to yourself. With each tear dropped, a memory may pain you, but it is still remembering. With each word that may pain you, yet you can’t speak, it burns a little inside as you cry silently. Somethings are meant to be shared while others can’t. That’s okay though. Because we have people around us to help, and share our differences when we can. To take a little of that pain, and help you get through it. That’s what they are for, and what they can do; friends.
Rule of Tumblr: You must always reblog the creator of Tumblr sassing his peasants
Jesus Christ this fucker cannot be allowed to meet Hussie
Actually the current theroy is that theyre brothers.
Which would explain a lot. They cannot be allowed to have a family reunion.
oh mY GOD. DONT LET THEM MEET.
Okay, my turn for a heartwarming Homestuck story:
So on saturday of CTcon, this little girl came up to me and a couple of other homestucks are hanging out on the second floor. She was interested in our outfits and asked what they were. None of the others knew how to explain homestuck to such a young girl, but me with my love of kids couldn’t resist. I knelled down, as karkat and introduced myself as a troll from outer space. She asked if we were aliens and i said that we were as alien as she was. She giggled and called me a cat cause she couldn’t remember the full name karkat. I introduced gamzee as my silly clown friend who likes pie, sollux as a cool troll who likes computers and bees, and feferi as the troll princess. She liked feferi the most. i asked the little girl if she was a princess and she said yes. I got up, took my friend poots dressed as calliopes horns after introducing them to each other and put them on the little girl with her consent. I had the feferi dub her in as the new troll princess and she took off the horns, gave them to calliope and hugged me. She said i was her favorite cat.