movies I’ll never get tired of: Struck by lightning
In what grade do we stop believing in ourselves? In what grade do we stop believing, period? Someone has to be a Nobel Peace Prize winner, someone has to be a ballerina. Why not us? I can’t be the only one that gets that.
I feel like CWM is our last drink of water before we’re forced to cross the Sahara Desert.
I beat that sign until my fingernails bled and my umbrella was broken to pieces. I left a dent in it for every asshole who had treated me like shit, for every time I had been used, and for every time I had been wronged.
Maybe I know, somewhere deep in my soul
That love never lasts
And we’ve got to find other ways to make it alone
Or keep a straight face
Because you can clearly see that Blaine truly belongs in Kurt’s arms.