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I Ain't Bovveréd

I Ain't Bovveréd

Home Ask Archive Hunger Games Trilogy Blog Fashion Blog Daña Barretto. 20. UP. This is my personal blog and I run other blogs as you can see on the links above. I multiship but I rarely ship heterosexual couples. I watch way too much shows for my own good.

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I was enrolled in my dream school for just weeks and I quit that fast? what the hell is wrong with me? I worked so hard for that :(

♥ / Thu Jan 19th, 2012 ≡ reblog
Saw this on my news feed and it just really made me laugh. The comment so much though. 

Saw this on my news feed and it just really made me laugh. The comment so much though. 

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rainingqueen: busraburcukuleci: David & cat…<3

rainingqueen:

busraburcukuleci:

David & cat…<3

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♥ 135 Notes / Fri Jun 24th, 2011 ≡ reblog
proudly-yours: “Go back out there and be there for Kurt. This is going to be a lot harder for him than it is for you.” Santana swallows hard. “Yeah, I—you’re right.” She turns to leave, her hand reaching up to wipe at her ruined mascara. Brittany catches Santana’s wrist, her fingers gentle. “Hold on. Before we go back, I just want you to know that you look so hot.” Santana laughs tearfully. “Thanks.” She blinks against the moisture in her eyes, feeling her throat close up at the contact. Santana leans in instinctively. “You slow-danced with a girl,” she whispers. Brittany smiles faintly, a little sadly. “Yeah.” “I should’ve been—” Santana cuts herself off, remorse heavy in her heart. “I’m sorry I was a no-show on your Fondue thing.” Brittany’s shoulders rise in a short shrug. “Maybe it was too fast.” “I just wanted to feel some sense of normalcy,” Santana admits. “Once I… you know, everything’s going to change. People are going to treat me differently, and I just—I wanted something to hang on to.” “Normal is totally overrated,” Brittany tells her with a crooked smile. Santana takes a deep, shaky breath. “I wish I got to dance with you tonight.” Brittany tugs her closer, until their bodies are touching. She sways her hips, moving Santana with her. Santana doesn’t fight it; she lets Brittany lead her through a few steps, listening only to the music in Brittany’s limbs. Santana’s head comes to rest against Brittany’s shoulder as the pace slows down. She shuts her eyes, fighting tears. In the quiet of the classroom, with nobody else around, Santana feels better than she has all night. When Brittany pulls away a few minutes later, she brushes her knuckles affectionately against Santana’s cheek. “You might be an outsider out there, but in here, all I ever see is you.”

proudly-yours:

“Go back out there and be there for Kurt. This is going to be a lot harder for him than it is for you.”

Santana swallows hard. “Yeah, I—you’re right.” She turns to leave, her hand reaching up to wipe at her ruined mascara.

Brittany catches Santana’s wrist, her fingers gentle. “Hold on. Before we go back, I just want you to know that you look so hot.”

Santana laughs tearfully. “Thanks.” She blinks against the moisture in her eyes, feeling her throat close up at the contact. Santana leans in instinctively. “You slow-danced with a girl,” she whispers.

Brittany smiles faintly, a little sadly. “Yeah.”

“I should’ve been—” Santana cuts herself off, remorse heavy in her heart. “I’m sorry I was a no-show on your Fondue thing.”

Brittany’s shoulders rise in a short shrug. “Maybe it was too fast.”

“I just wanted to feel some sense of normalcy,” Santana admits. “Once I… you know, everything’s going to change. People are going to treat me differently, and I just—I wanted something to hang on to.”

“Normal is totally overrated,” Brittany tells her with a crooked smile.

Santana takes a deep, shaky breath. “I wish I got to dance with you tonight.”

Brittany tugs her closer, until their bodies are touching. She sways her hips, moving Santana with her. Santana doesn’t fight it; she lets Brittany lead her through a few steps, listening only to the music in Brittany’s limbs. Santana’s head comes to rest against Brittany’s shoulder as the pace slows down. She shuts her eyes, fighting tears. In the quiet of the classroom, with nobody else around, Santana feels better than she has all night.

When Brittany pulls away a few minutes later, she brushes her knuckles affectionately against Santana’s cheek. “You might be an outsider out there, but in here, all I ever see is you.”

(Source: santana-lopez, via siriusblaqqq)

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