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and the fork ran away with the fork


My name is Lexi and I cry about this ship which consists of this person and this person. Also I like talking to people and I make all my friends cookies, therefore you should come talk to me :3

I am not spoiler-free and I do not post NSFW.


darrenismydisneyprince:

jessicaisasimpleton:

supermegafoxyawesomehotness:

marlak:

image

forever not reblog

Forever reblogging when it’s on my dash.

always reblogging


diablodancer:

Glee locations → Kurt’s (old) bedroom


boydivision:

when you try to move a fly away with your hand and it’s too slow and you end up TOUCHING I T image



i’m like 97% sure i’d be the best girlfriend ever but no one will ever know


“Really tight”

“Really tight”


cupboardundersomestairs:

The hiatus has truly hit me.


boomachip:

october-afternoons:

partybarackisinthehousetonight:

im going to open a literature-themed coffee/dessert shop called “Lord of the Pies” and some of the flavor names will be:

  • the grape gatsby
  • lime & punishment
  • the adventures of blackberry finn
  • the crepes of wrath
  • the catcher in the pie
  • war and quiche
  • around the world in eighty buffets
  • 20,000 leagues under the tea
  • the call of the wildberry

OPEN IT AND I WILL COME.

THIS IS GENIUS 


pizzastiel: i’m really sorry

pizzastiel:

i’m really sorry



ccncf: imnotjustsomefloozyplease: Wow. He just looks so young and almost shy here. I mean, he is young. He’s younger than me, although only by a few years. He’s the same age as my little brother, but it’s so easy to forget that he’s basically still a kid, because he has so much dignity and maturity and just this air of graciousness about him all the time. I look up to him so much and I tend to put him on a pedestal, see him only through these rose-colored lenses of adoration and hero-worship until he doesn’t seem quite real, he’s someone beautiful and very far away that helps me escape when my own life is too difficult, with his flawless voice and his lovable character. And then every once in awhile, that little bit of vulnerability shows through and I remember “holy shit, he looks like he’s magic but he’s really just a kid, he’s still that kid from that awful little town that didn’t appreciate him, and he’s moved so far beyond that but he wasn’t just born into adoration and recognition, he’s had to deal with crap and prejudice and loneliness and cruelty, he’s had to work to get to this, and now he works so hard and carries so much, and tries to be such a positive force…and he makes it all look effortless even though you know, it’s probably not.” Then he’s not just this beautiful image that makes me smile, he’s this incredible person that started out in a place not so dissimilar from my own little hometown, doing the same things to escape and dreaming the same dreams…and he’s achieved them. He keeps achieving them, and that gives me hope that I can achieve mine, too…and then I want to kick myself for ever letting myself forget that part of the story for even a moment, because it’s part of what makes him so inspiring. It’s times like this I remember why he’s my hero.

ccncf:

imnotjustsomefloozyplease:

Wow. He just looks so young and almost shy here. I mean, he is young. He’s younger than me, although only by a few years. He’s the same age as my little brother, but it’s so easy to forget that he’s basically still a kid, because he has so much dignity and maturity and just this air of graciousness about him all the time. I look up to him so much and I tend to put him on a pedestal, see him only through these rose-colored lenses of adoration and hero-worship until he doesn’t seem quite real, he’s someone beautiful and very far away that helps me escape when my own life is too difficult, with his flawless voice and his lovable character.

And then every once in awhile, that little bit of vulnerability shows through and I remember “holy shit, he looks like he’s magic but he’s really just a kid, he’s still that kid from that awful little town that didn’t appreciate him, and he’s moved so far beyond that but he wasn’t just born into adoration and recognition, he’s had to deal with crap and prejudice and loneliness and cruelty, he’s had to work to get to this, and now he works so hard and carries so much, and tries to be such a positive force…and he makes it all look effortless even though you know, it’s probably not.” Then he’s not just this beautiful image that makes me smile, he’s this incredible person that started out in a place not so dissimilar from my own little hometown, doing the same things to escape and dreaming the same dreams…and he’s achieved them. He keeps achieving them, and that gives me hope that I can achieve mine, too…and then I want to kick myself for ever letting myself forget that part of the story for even a moment, because it’s part of what makes him so inspiring.

It’s times like this I remember why he’s my hero.


poopflow:

doing everything for your friends and putting them first and they still end up abandoning you (✿◠‿◠)