Reblog if I’m allowed to go to your ask box and be bestfriends with you.
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so I found out there’s actually an almost perfect replica of MacLaren’s pub in Berlin. And it’s within walking distance of my flat. Guess where I went drinking tonight with the flatmates?
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So I have made almost no progress whatsoever on my reversebang story these past few days, plus I just changed some major plot points, and now work is kind of stressful and I have a rather demanding house guest for the next seven days so I’ll only get my writing done late at night if at all…
Is it okay to panic now?
I love writing but hate starting. The page is awfully white and it says, “You may have fooled some of the people some of the time but those days are over, giftless. I’m not your agent and I’m not your mommy. I’m a white piece of paper, you wanna dance with me?” And I really, really don’t.
Aaron Sorkin (via thatwasnotveryravenofyou)
It is so comforting to know that even Aaron Sorkin feels this way, because it’s how I feel every. single. time.
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I could make a ten-pages long post about all the problems I have with that episode. But I won’t.
No, they didn’t resolve everything.
No, the couples were again not treated equally.
No, it makes no sense whatsoever that Kurt didn’t get into NYADA and Rachel did.
Yes, I think there were too many story lines and important characters (Kurt) were reduced to plot devices to make others shine.
Yes, I yelled at the TV at some points during the episode and I’m still angry about the way they handled things.
It’ll take all of us a while to calm down.
I’ll still be watching season four. Because. Let’s face it. It’s an addiction.
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so I have just watched the Glee season finale and my thoughts on it are as follows:
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Won’t get to see the Glee finale until after work tomorrow night, which means no internet all day. Again. Because I DO NOT want to know everything before I get to see it.
At least after the finale I won’t have to spend every Wednesday pretending it’s 1989.