Joana, crazy as fuck, writing stories, crying over Glee, shipping gay couples and shit.
The Meredith to my Cristina
{ wear }
If this gets 3 million notes I’ll make a dress out of these
And wear it to the nearest major city
SIGNAL BOOST AND IF IT GETS TO FOUR MILLION YOU’VE GOT TO MAKE A TIARA THAT MATCHES.
YOU’RE GONNA REGRET PUTTING THIS ON TUMBLR
OMG I’VE NOT BEEN THIS EXCITED SINCE THE FLUFFY CHICKEN POST
i can already feel this happening
(via confessionsofanoutsider)
You either want to be her or want her to be your best friend. Let’s be honest, the true tragedy of Grey’s Anatomy is that they didn’t make the show all about Cristina.
(Source: michelleyou, via drblaine)
How did this get 71,000 notes?!
Also, now that tumblr is being bought by yahoo, does this mean I will finally get paid for every note generated? And if so, can I declare that payment as fishing boat proceeds?!
(Source: bstinsons, via madamelemort)
Edgar Rice Burroughs (via agonyofanuntoldstory)
(via referenceforwriters)
If you write one story, it may be bad; if you write a hundred, you have the odds in your favor.
Klaine Fic: And I fall in love every time
Ahhhh time for some spoiler speculation!!! Blaine arriving in New York with a ring in his pocket, but nothing quite goes to plan. Angsty but ultimately fluffy BECAUSE I’M NOT MADE OF STONE. About 4,000 words woopsie
Title from Anywayican by Walk The Moon
Blaine knocks on the door of the loft.
He knows Kurt’s on his own in there right now. he gave Rachel strict instructions to be out of there. One hand is gripping nervously to the dark blue velvet box in his pocket, while the other clutches a bouquet of pink and yellow roses. He smells them, but the scent turns his stomach. He remembers Kurt giving him a similar bunch, looking up at him from a staircase, so proud of him, ignoring his own worries just so he could support Blaine. Kurt kissing his fluffy hair at prom and telling him he still looked gorgeous. Kurt gripping onto his shoulders and whispering ‘I’m never saying goodbye to you’ and meaning it. God, all of that was so long ago.
