I don't know how to love very well.

[52hearts]

I’m not saying that at some point love isn’t staying up until 2am phone calls or stealing kisses when you least expect it, or instantly falling for each other’s favorite songs because it is, or at least that’s what the lead up to it feels like, but real love, is so much more. It’s going out at 12am to get something to eat for your wife who can’t get out of bed, it’s listening to them as they explode with vulnerability on your living room couch talking about how they were only so young when their parents passed on. it’s remembering how someone likes their coffee in the morning without asking—without ever asking, it’s visiting someone in the hospital knowing the last thing you want to do is see them in that condition, it’s wanting to be with that person despite everything, the future, the past, and everything in between, it’s the intimate things that you don’t even realize involve such intimacy, but they do, in secret, like the pinky promises you two made behind your back, to love one another for always, in the time you thought you were in love, when you were actually just on your way to it.

Unknown (via dingyfeathers)

[just-a-little-one]

when you see another lesbian in public and there’s that silent acknowledgement like

"hello. you are lesbian

and i am also lesbian.

yes.

lesbian."

[clarklois]

[jesperfahey]

[oksanas-astankova]

[riversgron]

[theevilfaberryqueen-blog]

rivergron + ruining my life by acting like a married couple

[muldersculily]

lea and the ground

[beanieyeon]

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Faberry’s journey throughout the 3 seasons

[cantfindaproper1]

This is Faberry. This is the best scene Glee has ever had.

And it’s all because Dianna Agron was offering something entirely different to the rest of Glee: a layered complexity to villain Quinn Fabray, who managed to be honest and true only in this scene with her rival. The intensity of it - it could have all been just a nasty exchange as the other ones they had during season 1 - is all in Dianna Agron’s gaze and in Dianna Agron’s breaking voice and in Dianna Agron’s intonations, to the extent that Lea Michele can only react to it in a way that seems truthful but oblivious to the layered subtext (whatever it is, we don’t know, we can only imagine), exactly like Rachel Berry (who is honest but oblivious) would react. So we have truth in this scene, and the most meaningful message that Glee has ever given us, because these girls are living parallel lives, and only Quinn Fabray seems to be aware of it. We get more than rivalry. We get more than a love triangle, or at least we get to the actual depth of the love triangle. What we get is a a consistent dynamic between two characters who fuel and inspire each other beyond every petty quarrel over teen love and popular boys. This consistent dynamic is the best that Glee has ever offered, yet Glee preferred to dishonor it and to play it down, to laugh it off and to break it up just because it’s easier to write subtext (of whatever kind) and pretend it’s all in the minds of people who are nuts. Faberry never existed? No, Faberry exists in this scene. It doesn’t matter if you see a romantic layer to the subtext or if it’s something else other than romance. This is Faberry. It’s up to the viewers to interpret what they see here.

But the truth of this scene remains. And, even though it was well written for once in Glee and the parallels it opened up were explored (get it right in season 2, get it right in season 3; on your way in season 2, on my way in season 3), the scene belongs mostly to Dianna Agron.

[jupid]

[wildgron-deactivated20130427]

It almost feels like a joke to play out the part

[flowers-gaze-atyou-blog]

“Yes! Quinn is a college lesbian for this episode. One minute you’re taking Women Studies at Yale, the next minute you’re studying Latin Biology with your tongue in a hotel room!”

Michael Buckley - What the Buck Show

x

(via carpe-diem-x-o)

[amandaseyfriedsource]

[verhaohan]

[mcagron-deactivated20130910]

[thoughtshewasjamesdeanforaday-d]

[theevilfaberryqueen-blog]

Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I’m gazing a distant star. It’s dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago. Maybe the star doesn’t even exist any more. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything

Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun.

[evenstars]