As if I need to tell you who I am. I'm the hottest bitch in this goddamn school, I keep it real, and I probably hate you. But it's okay. I hate everyone. Go have a cry on your way back to the dark and creepy depths of Loserville. But follow me anyway. Oh, who are we kidding...we both know you will.
Wait… A wedding ?
A lot of things happened since I left McKinley or… ?
A lot of things happened while you were at McKinely too, you and Azimio were just too busy being thick as a door to notice it.
(Source: timothy-hudson)
Wait.
imlosingmymindimlosingcontrol:
imlosingmymindimlosingcontrol:
Rachel and Finn are getting married…..TODAY?!
Come on, Kurt. We have to be supportive of their decision. They’re in love.
Kurt; Yes. I don’t know why you’re all so surprised. We’ve been talking about it for ages.
Tina; I really don’t know how to express how grateful I’ve been for your unquestionable support.
I’m not surprised, I’m disappointed.
I’m disappointed that you didn’t step in and save this trainwreck of a bridesmaid dress. I had red for the last one. Red. Do you know how good I look in red? I look hotter than Satan in the peak of summer while his off slutting it up in his masion filled with sinner-induced flames.
But no. Pink.
What is even the point of having a sassy gay friend if you’re not goddam going to be sassy and gay. Porcelain. Come on.
Jesus fucking Christ.
I’m dressed in pink, stuck on a couch with other people dressed in pink, and waiting for this stupid show to get on the road.
Hey Fabray? Hurry the fuck up.
Me, Santana & Rach
And I think Brittany in the background?
This was an amazing, under-appreciated performance.
Right. Yeah. Totally. Because the spaghetti sauce may have washed out, but the memories will last a life time.
Wait.
Uh - yes? I thought you all knew this? I said we were getting married as soon as we could, and this was the soonest that we could book the place.And our parents have been nothing but wholeheartedly supportive of everything, thank you very much.
Yeah, I tuned you out. All I can remember of that conversation (or, at least, when I assume this conversation took place) is a mild droning in the background while I contemplated the amount of hair gel bottles that sacrificed their life for Schuester’s hair that day. Priorities, you know.
(Source: bothkindsoftacos)
Thinking of starting a new tag solely dedicated to how fucking idiotic people are. I just can’t decide what to call it… Tossing up between International Idiots and The Long Lost Siblings of Frankenteen Idiot Tits McGee.
Wait.
Just read that wedding invitation properly (rather than using it as a paperweight, which was it’s former purpose. Kind of sucked at it, by the way…).
The fuck? Berry, you’re getting marriedthis weekend?!As in… fucking two days away? Jesus holy… so which of your parents went out and bought the shotgun? Shit.
Did you all get the wedding invitations I sent out?
…I thought it was a nice, personal touch.
That’s what the child molesters say.
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
