Do you see what those pictures made me do? I just watched The Notebook.
“If you’re a bird, I’m a bird.” And just like that, with 7 words, none of which are longer than a single syllable, Ryan Gosling sticks a piece of dynamite into your heart and every thought you’ve ever had about how love is hormones and relationships are neediness just explodes away and you are left with nothing but a red muscle that pulsates with blood and emotion and wanting a boyfriend.
Fuck you, Gosling.
facehole goddamnit jeezy creezy vagina tears!! Amen.
One time I tried this. Tony punched me in the face and told me to get a grip.
just: a) burst out...b) rented this on itunes. I hate being angsty.