What about my original song, do you remember? My cup, my cup saying what’s up to my cup, my cup
(Source: andercriss)
Photos that speak: Fuck your fountain. Fuck your tree. Fuck voter suppression. Fuck your labels. Fuck your stereotypes. Fuck your hatred. Fuck your restaurants. Fuck that dude. Fuck police brutality. Fuck white supremacy.
So if Artie goes to New York…
this means we’ll have an adorable filmmaking nerd
a snarky lesbian
a countertenor gay man
and a drama queen.
GLEE YOU ARE OPENING A REALLY GOOD CAN OF WORMS RIGHT NOW DON’T FUCK IT UP.
All we’ll be missing is the emotional leader who makes mistakes but learns from them.
Um I’m sorry, but what about the brilliant, soulful gay man with who loves the beautiful countertenor?
This may be the rudest photo set on Tumblr.
I can’t feel my feet anymore
so i was looking up stuff about birth control throughout history and
This is the kind of thing I feel like I should be wearing all the time in case I accidentally get sucked back in time somehow. Instant goddess/queen/faerie/whatevs.
(Source: lilysaldrins)