Ben: We May Not Yet Have Reached Our Glory

Cory Monteith

May 11, 1982 - July 13, 2013

3 years and you’re still missing.

the code lyoko intro got me like

HERE WE ARE *SMASHES DOOR DOWN* GOING FAR TO SAVE ALL THAT WE LOVE *BREAKS WINDOW* IF WE GIVE ALL WE’VE GOT *ROLLS ON FLOOR* WE WILL MAKE IT THROUGH *SCREAMS AT AIRPLANE IN THE SKY* HERE WE ARE LIKE A STAR *CARTWHEELS* SHINING BRIGHT ON YOUR WORLD TODAAAAAAY *RIPS SHIRT OFF* MAKE EVIL GO AWAAAAY

I live for shit quality, illegal videos of musicals.

Who needs alcohol when you’ve got fanfiction?

you ever just go about your day but your brain is haunted by Margaret Atwood whispering, "Male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? Up on a pedestal or down on your knees, it's all a male fantasy: that you're strong enough to take what they dish out, or else too weak to do anything about it. Even pretending you aren't catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy: pretending you're unseen, pretending you have a life of your own, that you can wash your feet and comb your hair unconscious of the ever-present watcher peering through the keyhole, peering through the keyhole in your own head, if nowhere else. You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman. You are your own voyeur"

I have realized that the perfect form of media must have a delicate balance between absolutely heart wrenching pure emotional devastation and the most ridiculous nonsense you have ever seen in your whole life

I’m honestly surprised at myself for not having done this way sooner.

I have three modes of reading

Dont read

Read a 500 page book in a day

Read only fanfiction until my eyeballs drop out of my skull from exhaustion

Person A: I can't take this anymore. Please take me out.

Person B: In the date kind of way or in the assassination kind of way?

Person A: Surprise me.

Me: *logs on to Tumblr* tiMe to sINNNNNNNNNNNNN