happy birthday to the man who gave me everything, who helped me believe in myself when no one else did, who finally stopped holding out for the life he wished he had and started fighting for the one he did. of all the sky’s stars, i know your soul is the most beautiful, by far. thank you for saving me, for teaching me what true strength really is, for inspiring me to pursue my own future in poetry and music and love. “someday the clouds and storm clears for everybody and you realize you can fucking move mountains.” damn straight, pete. dream on, you crazy kid. do what you do best: live.
Draw two separate peter Kingston Lewis wentz the thirds from two different eras of your choice giving himself a hug