simply-sims:

Dramatic Reading Of A Break-Up Letter

simply-sims:

MY STOMACH HURTS SO BAD THIS IS HILARIOUS. “You make me touch your hands for stupid reasons” OH GOSH I’M GOING TO COUGH UP A LUNG

“I’m calling it: Cat and Andre are endgame. I know it, and I got the hugest feeling about it. They’re endgame all the way.”

You spelled Cat and Robbie wrong.

• Teacher: Schools almost over
• Teacher: and this is crazy
• Teacher: but here's three projects
• Teacher: due on friday

jasonofsuburbia:

tamralewallen:

brogod:

Personal Beliefs: you’re doing it right.

this is so awesome

so much yes

Quinn’s eyes fluttered open. She expected the sunlight to blind her as she woke, but it didn’t- there was none. What time is it? Quinn wondered, before rolling over to check the time on her night stand. It was a few minutes shy of one o’clock AM. Quinn rolled back over to find her sleeping boyfriend cozily nestled next to her, too precious to wake up- Artie Abrams. Maybe if she snuggled up next to him, she could comfort herself up to him and fall back to sleep.

Lightly, Quinn kissed his shoulder before wrapping an arm around his torso and closing her eyes. But she was quickly woken back up by a rumbling in her abdomen. Oh, no…she thought, not the midnight munchies. 

She maneuvered herself from around Artie, and rolled her way around to the other side of the bed, careful not to wake him. She padded her bare feet on the carpet, toward the kitchen of their small studio apartment. They were young, fresh out of college, and broke. This was all they could afford while trying to make it big in the movie industry. Being Quinn’s first (and hopefully only) live-in boyfriend experience, the two were still learning new things about each other. How would Artie react if he found her pigging out at one in the morning?

Quinn stood in front of the opened refrigerator with her hands on her hips, biting her lip, and pondering what was in there to eat. Her oversized t-shirt fell off of one of her shoulders, and she could feel that her hair was a mess. The chill from the open refrigerator and freezer sent goose bumps up and down her legs. She spotted a carton of ice cream in the freezer. Cookie dough. Quickly, Quinn snatched the carton down and grabbed a spoon from the silverware drawer. What was intended to be one spoonful of ice cream soon turned into three…then five…then ten…

“Good choice. Though, I’m more of a cookies ‘n cream man myself.” she heard from behind her. Quinn jumped and turned to find Artie in his groggy state. 

Quinn gave a tight smile, and could feel herself blush all over. “Well…this is sufficiently embarrassing.” she chuckled. Artie laughed back, then raised his hand to reveal he’d been holding a spoon. 

“Now, why would you be embarrassed?” he asked, raising an eyebrow and digging into the ice cream himself. 

Quinn gave a shrug. It was silly, wasn’t it? Being embarrassed for having midnight cravings around the guy you slept next to every night? “Because. Like you said. Cookies ‘n Cream is so much better.” she knelt with her elbows on the kitchen counter, smiling. 

“Mmm.” Artie nodded as he ate, “So much better.”

“So much.” Quinn repeated before planting a kiss on his cheek. 

Artie gave a laugh. “Your lips are cold.”