neveroddoreven

how old will you be on your next birthday?

stayfrosty:

jessnha:

immikey:

coldernights:

immikey:

timeandsound:

lookafterme:

mymythoughts:

samsantos:

truelovewayyy:

ithreatenedtostapleher:

tic-tac-toe:

jesuschrist-:

flugelhorn:

i’ll be twenty.

18

20

15

17

13. :)

17 years old

20 auuugh

19

18 on May 6! :p

MIKEY WE HAVE THE SAME BIRTHDAY. OMG. ILY.

except i’ll be 20. :P

AWWWE!! THAT’S EXCITING<3 ILY2 One more year and you can drink!.. illegally. ha:P

21!!!!!!!!!! feeling super old already though.

21!

23. I’m getting old. :(

"I don't know why I find his stupidity charming. He's cheating off a girl who thinks that the square root of 4 is rainbows."

Does anyone wonder why the women on Glee are constantly portrayed as stupid, deceiving, manipulating, angry harpies? While the men in Glee seem to be portrayed as naive, innocent, do-gooding victims?

Not trying to kill any Glee boners with my Debbie Downer questions. I’m just curious if anyone else has picked up on this character trend? Especially in the past few episodes.

It’s really kind of making me sad that all the characters seem to be written according to this observed gender bias, because this is a show I really enjoy with all the singing and other hilarity. It’s just beginning to make me hate all the women characters. :(

What were you going to be named if you were born the opposite sex?

stayfrosty:

onlyforshelly:

sofiesunshine:

skeweredjellyfish:

woaah:

urmum:

I was going to be either Benjamin, or Jared.

Finley >.<

Rhona, I think.

james :)

Koen - I hate that name D:

Alexander. :)

Timothy Patrick. I guess my parents really wanted there to be no second guessing that I’m Irish.

Want

brookebutler:

dearimaginaryfriend:

geometricity:

walruskungfu:

I don’t like being asked what I want in life. What I want to do, where i want to go. Cos when people ask me, I stop and stutter and say nothing I really actually mean. Possibly because I haven’t actually decided where i want to be ten years from now.

I want big city lights and small town closeness.
I want a sky high loft, with the best technologies and modern design.
I want a musty cabin made out of wood and brick, with taxidermy and mono photos decorating the walls.
I want busy streets and people everywhere.
I want a secret quiet place to hide from humanity.
I want constant motion, a restless place that never stops moving.
I want complete and utter stillness, a place with no sound.
I want rickety fire escapes and a secure panic room.
I want screaming riffing hooligans who wear tight pants.
I want soft, handsome boy-men in peacoats and old fashioned head-wear.
I want something to do that’s just up the way, and whenever i’m bored i just take a short walk to get there.
I want finding things to do hard to come by, forcing me to find entertainment in myself.
I want a Victorian mansion with flowered wallpaper and incredibly high ceilings.
I want a tiny warm apartment, with my friends just across the hall, ready to emerge with a raw chicken on their heads and salute a shimmy.
I want a big family.
I don’t want kids.
I want there to always be someone who won’t mind if i want to hug the love out of them.
I want there to always be someone who won’t mind if i take my frustration about the day on them.

I want to be happy.
Happy happy happy that’s all i really need. I want to be doing things that i genuinely love doing, i want to be with people who i really do love, i want to be somewhere where i feel like i fit and know what i’m doing.

Is that too much to ask?

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the good part is.. i think i’m starting to figure out at least the tiniest fraction of this.