maryannisawkward:

Which actually reminds me…countdown to 1D at the Rose Bowl: 161 days!! Yee!!! courtslosinit get excited!!

I’m so fucking excited.  I might punch someone in the face.

# 1D# life# me
grbggrl:

maryannisawkward:

The last episode is literally going to be part of my every day conversation for the rest of my life.

That needs to become a thing in fandom.Every time someone freaks out over a spoiler the response should be “Calm down Psycho”

I’m basically going to say it to everyone about everything.  Also, look at my cute donut.  NomNomNom.

grbggrl:

maryannisawkward:

The last episode is literally going to be part of my every day conversation for the rest of my life.

That needs to become a thing in fandom.

Every time someone freaks out over a spoiler the response should be “Calm down Psycho”

I’m basically going to say it to everyone about everything.  Also, look at my cute donut.  NomNomNom.

Ever since the poster incident, I stopped posting personal things on here.  I just didn’t want to open myself up to criticism or more backlash.  It’s been almost a year of just keeping my blog fandom only.  But honestly, there are times like tonight when I just want to write my feelings out.  Get support from people that I don’t have to hide things from.  I had a great weekend and a not too bad day today.  But here I sit at 11pm alone at home filled with sadness.  And it’s the same sadness that has filled my heart for two years now.  And I know how to fix it.  But it’s overwhelming.  And I keep failing.  And my dreams keep seeming father and farther away because of it.  The days slip by and I don’t work to make any progress.  It’s already almost the middle of March.  I know I just need to take it all one day at a time.  The days start good… and then as it goes on it’s easier to talk myself into failure.  When will the cycle stop?  Why is this so hard?

Celebrating the end of DOMA and Prop 8.

Lmao my poster would start getting reblogged again tonight. I don’t even care. I had such an amazing day celebrating with all my friends down at the Pride flag and at The Center. It was full of happiness and love. I know the fight isn’t over, but it felt good to have a two victories today.

That moment when I am contemplating getting a part time job at the movie theater so I can see Gatsby as many times as I want without having to pay $12 each time… WAHHHHH.

"Oh my God, my ovaries just exploded. I don’t even have ovaries."
— My husband, Gary, the first time we see Gatsby’s face on screen