When I picture my followers, I go by their profile picture.
So in my mind, half of you look like Sasha Alexander.
Congrats on your face.
When I picture my followers, I go by their profile picture.
So in my mind, half of you look like Sasha Alexander.
Congrats on your face.
Lorelai: So, how do you feel?
Rory: Great.
Lorelai: Not at all sad?
Rory: About getting my arm back? No.
“… and I think I’m kinda gay?”
(Source: weaslette)
I need to get a grip on my evening. I don’t have time to play on tumblr. Do you hear me tumblr? I don’t have time for you!!
I need to pack. Crap. I need to pack work clothes at that. There has to be things like underwear and socks involved. This is serious business. *sigh*
I am so glad I got to see the Les Mis trailer because now I begin my technology void. I really need to figure something out for entertainment. I wonder if my gameboy still works.
I am going to scream if tumblr keeps mentioning those other websites. I don’t want you to even acknowledge they exist. You may never speak to them. Except for when you totally speak to twitter but those are very special occasions or when I am drunk.
(Source: wickedwitchofoz)
I Dreamed A Dream - Fantine (Anne Hathaway)
(Source: checksandbowties)
Okay, so she’s not doing the song in the way that’s expected. So? The point of music is to stir emotion, and if you weren’t moved just by hearing her in the trailer then fuck you go find a soul. Rather than holding her up to some sort of arbitrary standard, why not appreciate the fact that holy crap you just felt something.