Can we watch Gremlins?

I can teach you how to put racing stripes in your man bush!

I just spilled my herbal tea all over my night pants..

ultrapoop:

Alex Winston - Locomotive (Jaybird Remix)

I wish I cared about the things you cared about, but I don’t.

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Kurt clicked his tongue, shrugging his shoulders just slightly. “I couldn’t resist, it was a perfect moment to be taken immediately,” he said as casual as he could, straightening the small wrinkles on his dress pants. Kurt’s lips pursed again, wiggling the top of his shoe slightly. “I’m a party pooper, I know. No need to remind me,” Kurt dragged on the conversation, happy that he was actually going to get his way. He soon found himself staring into hazel eyes and at a cheerful freshman face. His expression lit up at the minor swipe of French leaving the tenor’s mouth. “Parles-tu français?” Kurt smiled, reaching out to take Blaine’s hand within his own. He leaned to grab his messenger back, pulling the strap over his head so it draped across his chest. Kurt pulled Blaine close behind him as he made his way over to the jukebox, taking out the CD in order to pop it into it’s case and drop into his bag. 

The taller glanced back, then down at their hands, clearing his throat a small bit. “I don’t think it’d be any use of me to guide much, seeing that I don’t have my daily dose of caffeine at the school’s coffee area. Care to take the lead?” Kurt slowly slid his fingers away from Blaine’s, heading towards the entry way. He immediately paused and glanced back at the coffee table to see his book still seated on it. Kurt quickly darted over to the novel, taking it into his hands. “I can’t forget this. I don’t think anyone would want to read about this,” Kurt mumbled, shoving it deep into his bag as he rejoined Blaine.

Taking the taller’s hand in his own, he aided him up from his seat. He shot his new found friend a playful wink. “Mais oui, mon ami. Tous les bons messieurs parle la langue d’amour.” He replied with raised brows. The usual smile of excitement and energy melted into one of warmth and calmness as hazel locked onto the clear mixture of blues and greens. Blaine ha always been the definition of a friendly personality, and being comfortable with someone wasn’t a challenge for him. But there was a different comfort that he felt around Kurt. It was as though there was a slight mutual understanding of each other while barely knowing one another. Then again, for all Blaine knew it could be completely on sided.

He trailed behind the older boy, hands still latched together as they walked. The dark haired boy’s brows raised as the other turned back. Following Kurt’s line of sight, he gave an awkward chuckle, pulling his hand away from the fellow Warbler’s. “Oh, right, sorry.” He muttered out quickly, bringing his attention from his hand back to his company. “Of course! Just follow me…” He trailed off, watching in subtle confusion as Kurt dashed off for a split second before returning back to the curly haired boy’s side. Quirking a brow, he started his way to the cafeteria. “What’s the book called?” The shorter boy chirped, hoping to keep a steady conversation as they made their way through the hallow halls of the school

(Source: a-warblers-job-is-to-sing)