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this was a reference to blurt idc
#ep: story tank#henry danger#blurt#henry hart#jeremy martin#jasper dunlop#charlotte page#piper hart#nickelodeon#ray manchester
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OMG OMG OMFG I JUST WATCHED EPISODE EIGHT (Thanksgiving) AND TOWARDS THE END KURT CALLED BLAINE BEFORE HIS PERFORMANCE AT SECTIONALS AND ACCEPTED HIS APOLOGY JSKSJSKSJSKSJAK
THEY ALSO SAID I LOVE YOU TO EACH OTHER AND BLAINE FREAKING BROKE DOWN IN TEARS WHILE KURT GOT EMOTIONAAAAAAAAALL
AND THE BEST PART IS THEY'RE GOING TO SPEND XMAS TOGETHER JAOAJSOWAJAKSNDJSO
i really hope they'll both take time to heal and mature, eventually getting back together as an improved and healthier couple <3 cuz if it turns out they're just playing with my heart i will f?$/ng riot :)
#glee#glee tv show#glee fandom#blaine anderson#kurt hummel#klaine#blurt#season 4#spoiler alert#i can't with these two#i love them way too much#i just want them to be happy together
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the "you look like just tophiachuu" girl has a spot in my heart, youre probably getting printed and going on my wall, your message was so long and elaborated (only to hate on me and the way i look)
IS THIS TOPHIACHUU !??!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?? (i might be ugly asf but not look like tophia)
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And yet no one ever holds onto the coldness as they do that warmth. We welcome heat with open arms, without question, and abandon the cold without stopping to think that maybe the cold was beautiful too. The cold taught you to be strong, to be brave. Who you were in the cold is really you, in the smallest form, without anything else. The cold lets you be raw and exposed and naked to life, like an animal in the wild. The cold bites and blinds your focus. But when the warm comes, you grow conscious. You notice the trees and the sky, but you also notice yourself, and when the light is unveiled and shines through the clouds, you might not like what you see. And so you think about how sometimes it’s nicer to just be another creature, to not know yourself like you do, and to live as everything else instead of with everything else. In the darkness, where no one can see, I can be anyone I want.
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blurt -- bullets for you
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#glee#gleeedit#glee caps#kurt hummel#burt hummel#blaine anderson#klaine#blurt#family: anderhummels#family: hummels#season 4#4x10#episode: glee actually#place: bushwick loft#place: new york#trio#grey#brown
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Anna Thew, {1983/2016} Blurt
#film#gif#anna thew#blurt#1983#2016#female filmmakers#expanded cinema#multiple panels#short film#experimental film#people#1980s#lips#teeth#letters#colour#uk
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25.12.24
I want to have something to my name I want people to speak of me 'M was the person who cared so much about ___ that her care and compassion elicited a change for the better'
I need to figure out what though, there's too much inspiration, too many people whom I look up to, too many people whom I disagree with, too Many corporations that make me sick, too many politicians I want out of parliament. Too many different paths in life, I don't think the one less travelled is a good one, because I don't think the majority of the population is full of idiots who don't know right from wrong, yet the majority is more likely to live comfortably in a society that uses and abuses them because performing a small action that results in nothing is considered worthless. but I think a small action is all that is needed to start a chain reaction. There are many chains, that are shackles of different crimes, I am not saying I want to be a criminal but I've noticed that those who whistle blow or point of corruption are often put not he same stage as actual criminals.
oh well
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I get SO SO emotional when I rewatch a movie I saw as a child it's like an island of my mind, but a sad island even if the movie is a comedy
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haven't followed the whole conversation but your take about eurovision artists was based and people fumbling all over themselves to defend them is hilarious. i had been listening to those artists myself and kaarija's fall from an amazing album like fantastista to those (mostly) lukewarm songs and use of gaybait to keep fangirls there was disappointing to me to the point i got the ick and stopped following his stuff. saying their music is ass may be too much for some people but really they could have just ignored you and moved on but instead they kept enganging with you. like for real better to see "hate" like this instead of constant asskissing and delulu posts on the tag. people can't even have a different opinion anymore and it's hate. i'm so tired
REAL , i said theyre ass because thats my way of talking , i exaggerate stuff, then i said its ragebait (just so they could think im a stupid kid and leave me alone) and, yeah fantastista was such a good album but he fell off, with politics which i didnt even know and starting to act all sexy for fangirls/boys if they (the fans) like it im not mad at them but him that hasnt gotten up
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When I arrived in our home, I was alone.
I took a deep breath and started laying down to pray, I hadn’t had time to properly sleep in the last few moments of my life.
Or at least they were my last few moments, technically.
Actually, physically (or whatever quantum physics magic’s stuff was called), it had been more than a few moments. It had been a few more.
Looked up at the sink, where dirty dishes were waiting for me to be washed, but for the very first time in my life, I liked that feeling. The feeling to be wanted but not needed. To be an irrelevant existence in this enormous universe, just a little spot of many.
A few years ago, or that’s what it felt like, I would’ve hated the dishes, hated the children, hated the noisy neighbours, hated the rice we were farming,…
Short and sweet: Hated my life.
How much could change in just a day,,,,
Muhammad had noticed the beaming scar on my upper thigh, I’m pretty sure. But he hadn’t said anything. My lovely, simple Muhammad.
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death: a poor misunderstood soul. he’s just looking for friends. so why does everyone fear him? once you get to know him, you’ll understand there’s nothing to fear. he’s an old soul, passing time listening to jazz and sipping whisky - on the rocks, of course. a kind hearted man who always provides a sense of peace to those around him. a reliable fellow, always there for everyone in the end.
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