I don’t think this counts as dancing. Or even skipping really. It’s more of an exagerated waddle
So. Let me tell you about the day I took this video. It was the 1 year anniversary of my open heart surgery. It’s about a year old, and I’d say it’s pretty safe to say I’ve improved since then. In case you don’t agree, let’s take a look at some more at my exaggerated waddling.
Waddle.
Waddle waddle.
*rolls across the floor*
Clearly I am immobilized by my own mass.
Oh wait… that’s not it, is it? It sort of seems like the opposite. Almost as though the ability to dance is based on strength, effort and passion and not on being skinny. Strange concept I know, let’s see if you can wrap your tiny little mind around it.
Our neighbor didn’t die, he was just needed someplace else.
He took a moment that was about recognizing him and turned it into a moment to recognize everyone who was there and everyone who made it possible for him to do what he does. If you want a perfect example of why he is so fondly remembered and such a great person, it’s tough to find a better one than this.
I cry hard at this speech.
Mr Rogers was one of the best people there was. He was genuine.
People who get angry at asexuals who are attractive because they can’t have sex with them are ridiculous.
You don’t get angry at art galleries for displaying Renaissance art but saying you aren’t allowed to touch it. No, because you respect the fact that they are precious.
People are precious, why can’t you afford them the same respect?
*AGGRESSIVELY TAPES THIS TO EVERYONE’S FOREHEADS*
just read this godammit!!!
People get violent when they can’t have sex with the person they find aesthetically pleasing. It’s actually scary.
I am Silver Tongue, I am an artist. I have many characters and you can check out my art in the art tag. I occasionally practice witchcraft though I don't do anything too complicated. I am girl 2 and don't know what else to put here.