Or maybe write the intro paragraph for the essay and then watch Project Runway?
Good plan, good plan. I’ll be on and off for the next few hours, darling internet, so you know where to direct your questions if you have any. (The answer is send them HERE.)
Maybe I can even coerce Blaine into watching with me and split some popcorn.
So I’ve been told.
There are so many more, but these are some guidelines I personally try to stick to. The most important thing is make sure they know you love them. That doesn’t always mean saying ‘I love you’. Sometimes it means showing it by holding their hand or telling them they look beautiful.
I’m not saying this advice will give you a flawless relationship - all couples go through their bumps - but they may help a bit. Truth is, if you’re really in love, the kind where you know your soulmates, I think your relationship can survive through anything, guidelines or not.
The past couple of weeks have been a little rough for me, in more ways than one. It’s complicated and I won’t get into it too much here, but…its been a pretty bad week all around.
Hopefully things start looking up from here on out.
… I ended up crying one of the nights when I was stuck in the hospital. If you asked me why, I don’t think I could really explain. I wasn’t in too much pain, I wasn’t upset, I just… Felt like I needed to cry. Thinking over everything that happened… Well…
I don’t regret my choice to run in and help that boy. But it kind of kills me that things like this still happen. High school is over, this is the real world - and the fact that so many people carry all that fear and hatred through life with them is awful. The fact that there are kids being raised by these people, being taught that it’s okay to hate - it’s hard to even fathom.
Honestly, I feel bad for those people. Because the only reason I can think of that you could possible hate someone so much like that is because you hate yourself too. I wasn’t crying for them - they don’t deserve my tears, all they deserve is my pity. But I cried because, despite my actions, there might be a boy just like me, lying in the same hospital bed as I was in, and maybe he’ll start to hate himself too because those people have convinced him he’s not worth anything. That he doesn’t fit in, so he deserves all his hatred. And maybe no one is going to jump in to save him and tell him he’s worth so much more than that. That he has his whole life to live…
And that, my dear anon, is a depressing thought.
…Thanks, Kurt. I wouldn’t exactly be against getting in shape again, though.
And that’s exactly why we’re going to be working together as a couple with the coconut milk and hot sauce to get you back into tiptop shape. For NYADA and combat class mostly.
Not that I really mind your extra few pounds. Having more butt to grab onto is never a bad thing…
I’m sorry, you must have the wrong person.
My fiance is the perfect size. I love every part of him. Including his adorably tummy and perky butt.
And even if he does get round and full one day, I’m still going to love him. Because I don’t care about what Blaine looks like or if he puts on a few pounds - I love him. I love everything about him. I want him to feel comfortable and confident too, so I’ll encourage him to work out, but I’ll never make him change for me.
If you guys want to ask anything, please, feel free. My ask box is always open.
But I think I may need to spend a bit of time with my fiance. And maybe talk some things out with him…
Good night, Tumblr.