After my theater teacher passed, her Phantom poster was going to be thrown out. I, naturally, took it, and my mom painted up around the edges where it was faded, and I finally hung it up next to my piano. :)
didn’t i kill these things a couple of weeks ago wtf
I figure this is relevant now.
wait how do people draw this fast
Reblog this if you’d hang out with your Tumblr friends if you ever met them in real life.
REBLOG IF YOU WOULD MEET THEM AT THE AIRPORT GATE AND RUN AT EACH OTHER IN SLOW MOTION, ARMS WIDE OPEN WHILE “AT LAST” PLAYS OVER THE PA SYSTEM
if we could find the airport.
if we could find the airport.
….tumblr
oh my fucking god. ^^^^
AIRPORT
These are not chips.
They are crisps.
These are chips.
That is all.
we don’t care
THIS IS A VEGETABLE
BECAUSE WE LIVE IN AMERICA
These are chips
and these are chips too
That is all.
who the fuck cares about chips and fries and vegetables when you can have bagged milk
you win this round, canada.
Dying.
Dead.
OMFG
