are you ever just slapped with the realization that you grew up to be vicky
admit it
(via blaineisatimelord)
- friend: there's nothing worse than death
- me: final seasons
- me: post-concert depression
- me: when there's no food
- me: fictional characters dying
- me: summer blogs
- me: bands avoid your country
- me: your crush asks someone else out
- me: no wi-fi
- me: when porn appears on your dash while someone is behind you
It’s just a pack of gum, right?
Not this week.
It’s a promise ring. I made it out of gum wrappers. Juicy Fruit.
This is a pack of 15 tiny thematically appropriate Klaine drabbles, each written on a gum wrapper, repackaged and reassembled and ready to send to somebody out there in the world. On the right there is a fuzzy photo of the first one.
Yes, for real. Apparently gum wrappers are a thing we do now.
I don’t know - it seemed like the right kind of ridiculous? Remember that I felt a burning need to send 100 people Christmas letters from the Hudson-Hummels last year and actually recruited other people to help me make it happen and the whole thing might make a little more sense to you. I like my fan culture to occasionally take a walk on the material side, and this made me smile.
It’s the usual giveaway deal - I’ll ship it wherever it needs to go and there will be some kind of random drawing, probably Sunday night at around midnight Eastern. You don’t have to be following me, and if for some reason this really strikes your fancy, don’t reblog it more than twice, okay? There’s no need to piss off your dash, not for the sake of a handful of sentences written on something you’d usually throw away.
(via doonarose)
i only reblog this because of the guy in the blue hoodie
omg
and not a single fuck was given that day
reblogging for blue hoodie guy
omg he doesn’t care at all
no fucks given by hoodie dude
(via daltasia)
