i am once again fighting the urge to fake my own death, move to a small city, and open a little bakery/bookshop where people can escape from the harsh reality.
when you sleeping in class and you remember how much college costs
SHE FUCKING RIPPED EVERY FOLLICLE OF HIS HAIR OUT AND I LIVE EVERY TIME I SEE THIS
honestly how can anyone recover from such a savage read for filth. santana didnt even take a second to breathe
Whoever wrote this scene was either having the time of the life or honestly truthfully hated his character omg
Me this entire time
some fucker: “If you arent paying for a product, you are the product!”
me using tumblr costing yahoo a billion dollars: