i hope everybody who reblogged this wacky hilarious text post fails all their classes and finds themselves stuck in a dead-end minimum wage job for the rest of their life
i’m so very glad tumblr is popularizing poor work ethic and laziness. what a great thing. i guess that means more income for people who actually take their lives seriously
i think my age group is just going to have to live with the fact that half of us are always going to be burdened by the glee covers. we’re never going to be able to listen to a bunch of songs without thinking of the glee version. i envy those who don’t have this curse. those who don’t hear rachel berry and finn hudson singing together in the background of so many songs, while mercedes hits a high note and kurt or puck sings a verse with one of the unholy trinity. those who can hear jump without thinking of the mattress commercial. those who can listen to a song as iconic as bohemian rhapsody and don’t have flashbacks to vocal adrenaline performing it at regionals intercut with shots of quinn fabray in labour. who don’t close their eyes at night and hear “this one’s for you artie!” vogue by madonna is forever tainted by “will schuester, i hate you.” i’m never going to willingly listen to run joey run but if i ever heard it in public i know that the only thing i’d be able to thing about is rachel’s terrible music video. there are people out there who are able to listen to rumour has it without hearing naya rivera as santana lopez cut in with lines from someone like you and you know she keeps glancing at brittany s pierce played by heather morris as her life falls apart. walking on sunshine played on the radio the other day and i was surprised when i didn’t hear halo mashed up with it and ALSO ANGELS. don’t even get me started on faithfully, any way you want it/lovin’ touchin’ squeezin’, let alone don’t stop believing. this show and all it’s covers are burned into my mind and i envy those who don’t face my struggle.
brunch is gay culture because none of us are awake before 10 am
except farm gays. these are the most powerful gays and I dare not fuck with them
my mum is a farm gay, she came out, left my dad, moved to a tiny little podunk farming town, found the only other gay in the village, the waitress at the diner, she gave her her number and now they’re engaged. she truly is the most powerful gay. a brave lesbian.