Yes, baby, I’ll shut up now. Anything for you. Do you want my house? My cat? My mother? My slippers? ANYTHING.
Basically, my thoughts while I was watching the newest Fringe episode
DA FUQ?
WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?
Lol Broyles acting all fatherly on Olivia!!
HAHAHAHA FUCK NO
OLIVIA DUNHAM, YOU ARE THE STAR OF THIS SHOW YOU’RE NOT GONNA DIE BITCH NOW GO OFF AND HAVE SEX WITH PETER
Ohhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuuuck
WAT
THAT DID NOT JUST HAPPEN
Peter, your intelligence is astounding wanna give me some of your DNA loljk
SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT
MY BEAUTIFUL AND PERFECT OTP ARE TALKING. IN THE LAB. ALONE. IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT.
Where’s Gene?
NINA SHARP!!!
OLIVIA, MY POOR BABY COME HERE I’LL GIVE YOU A BONE-CRUSHING HUG SSSHHH THERE SSHHHH COME ON EAT YOUR TOAST
NINA FUCKING SHARP YOU BITCH I WILL MAKE MY CAT GIVE BIRTH ON YOUR GRAVE
Brb crying on a corner~
You know that shit people say whenever you’re on your period and you shouldn’t eat sour food because you would end up with a really nasty cramp that would lead to you crumpled up in a pathetic heap on the couch, slowly dying on your death bed while watching some really crappy soap opera on Philippine TV?
Well, I say, “Heh wow interesting information please pass me that succulent green mango over there bitch thanks I love you.”
Risking Everything Since 1993 101
Sometimes I have this urge to blog about all of my feelings, you know. All those sadness, regrets, stupid things I did in the past, about that time when I was absolutely sure I hated God, about how when I was a kid almost every kid my age treated me like trash. I had those urges, to just let it all the fuck out, to just turn into this mopey and sad teenager.
But then I would stop, and think about how much easier it is to just blog about my psychotic tendencies when it came to fangirling, or just blog about how pizza can make everything better, or about TV shows and repetitive movies, or about how much I wish I can pull off some really crazy shit like that in the movie Face Off so that I can have Olivia Wilde’s face, or cats, or my professors who I am forced to smile and be polite with but who I won’t give a rat’s ass about when I finish college.
IT’S JUST SO EASIER TO TALK ABOUT THOSE THINGS!!!
There’s also one reason why I am making this (pointless?) post: my period is coming.
I was at Mall of Asia with my mother and sister yesterday and lol LOOK AT HOW SHORT I AM. GOD, THIS IS DEPRESSING.
- forever a self-deprecating bitch :’>
You know those moments when people sound so apprehensive before saying a bad word? Like they pause for a fraction of a second before saying “fuck” or “shit” out loud. It’s barely there, like it’s a general lull in a sentence but you can sense it, like you have a feeling that this person really doesn’t want to curse but they have to because … I don’t know, maybe they’re just really mad or something or they just feel like the f-word is appropriate for the situation they’re in.
God those moments are lovely.
Because they make me think of those days when I was just learning how to embrace profanities and I used to think of all the baby angels crying in heaven whenever I curse.
Aaaaahh my 13-year-old innocent self, you are a little bundle of joy in 2006 <3
to me, this sounds like
You know your mind is really dirty when you watch this scene and you instantly think about, “OMG SEX. SEX IT IS.” when what she really meant was to look for a room so they could talk about a criminal who wouldn’t just fucking die even though he’s been sliced in half already.
FRINGE WRITERS, DO NOT EVEN TELL ME YOU DID NOT WRITE THIS ON PURPOSE, YOU SNEAKY EARTHLINGS. ONLY INNOCENT BABIES WOULDN’T GET THAT NOT-SO-SUBTLE DIALOGUE, YOU KNOW!!!
Nobody will never understand my extreme fangirling over TV couples. Honestly, I can’t even understand it myself.
(via elialys)
