17.4.14 @ 1:36pm


unfollovving:

its-castiel-bitch:

WHAT. THE. FUCK. IS. THIS?

WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS DISNEY

17.4.14 @ 11:44am


If you were on Toddlers and Tiaras, how would you want to be announced? [X]

17.4.14 @ 10:48am


Kurt & Blaine + (future) children

17.4.14 @ 9:52am


don’t stop believin’
hold on to that feelin’

16.4.14 @ 11:51pm


shitmystudentswrite:

I’m pretty sure you just read the first paragraph so what the hell. Penis in the morning, penis in the evening, penis at supper time, when penis is on a bagel you can have penis anytime.

Tagged as: #lol 

16.4.14 @ 11:32pm


And then one day you’re gonna wake up and you’re gonna realize I don’t love him anymore

16.4.14 @ 11:06pm


Hemingway and James Joyce were drinking buddies in Paris. Joyce was thin and bespectacled; Hemingway was tall and strapping. When they went out Joyce would get drunk, pick a fight with a bigger guy in the bar and then hide behind Hemingway and yell, “Deal with him, Hemingway. Deal with him.”
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[x] (via newzerokaneda)

Between this and the story about him reassuring F. Scott Fitzgerald re dick size, I’m developing a picture of Hemingway as the mother hen of the disaffected white male literary set of the early 20th century.

He probably called up Steinbeck sometimes and was like I CAN’T EVEN WITH THESE DIPSHITS and Steinbeck was all “That’s what you get for living in Paris, asshole”.

(via copperbadge)

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