in hope you'll see what you used to adore
you were supposed to love me

inserthumourousnesshere:

i-found-you-justine-time:

Now I’m standing in Glee club, paying tribute to Whitney Houston, minding my own business.

In storms my boyfriend, Blaine, in a jealous rage. 

YOU’VE BEEN TEXTING THE MUSIC STORE GUY!

He says.

He was crazy.

And he kept on screaming,

YOU’VE BEEN TEXTING THE MUSIC STORE GUY!

And then I took him to couple’s counseling.

And then we had make up sex.

We had make up sex ten times. 

He had me coming, 

He had me coming,

He had me coming all night loooong




tirpse:

All of a sudden, I heard a new breed of screams coming from the back of the stadium. People stood up all around me, craning their necks to see what was going on. Some people were whispering guesses that Taylor Swift had magically appeared within the crowd, when I saw a group of burly men usher someone to a seat a few rows ahead of us. I squinted my eyes on the person they guarded, trying to figure out who the VIP was.
Oh, hello, Darren Criss.
It’s almost disorienting to be within spitting distance of a TV star, especially when there are hordes of girls shoving cell phones in that person’s face to get a totally inconspicuous photo. Poor guy. I stood there, feeling a little sorry for his massive privacy invasion, then nudged Brad and told him to take a picture. I’m not proud, but I did end up with this image that I can now share with you. So, you’re welcome.
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tirpse:

All of a sudden, I heard a new breed of screams coming from the back of the stadium. People stood up all around me, craning their necks to see what was going on. Some people were whispering guesses that Taylor Swift had magically appeared within the crowd, when I saw a group of burly men usher someone to a seat a few rows ahead of us. I squinted my eyes on the person they guarded, trying to figure out who the VIP was.

Oh, hello, Darren Criss.

It’s almost disorienting to be within spitting distance of a TV star, especially when there are hordes of girls shoving cell phones in that person’s face to get a totally inconspicuous photo. Poor guy. I stood there, feeling a little sorry for his massive privacy invasion, then nudged Brad and told him to take a picture. I’m not proud, but I did end up with this image that I can now share with you. So, you’re welcome.

(SOURCE)







spoken-not-written:

THE CUTEST THING IS WHEN SOMEONE CAN’T STOP SMILING LIKE THEY SMILE THEN THEY TRY TO NOT SMILE THEN THEY END UP SMILING MORE AND THEIR CHEEKS GO ALL CUTE AND SAPOIDSP[DOSADPSA[]PS[]DSAPD[]SAP







suitfer:

au where kurt and blaine meet at comic con, kurt cosplaying captain america and blaine freaking out over him plus sam being the embarrassing best friend~!







"I’m just as crazy and goofy as I was before… If not more insane."