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After all these years and all the jokes and comments about how similar we look and act… Rachel and I are finally, officially, siblings!
I went from being an only child to gaining two incredible brothers in a matter of minutes. I love you guys so much.
DO NOT get all of us crying again!
I’M NOT CRYING, YOU’RE – Oh, who am I kidding? We’re all crying.
I CAN’T STOP CRYING
I'M FAMILIAR WITH THE SENSATION
I'M NOT CRYING, YOU'RE -- Oh, who am I kidding? We're all crying.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MY BESTIE IS GETTING MARRIED TOMORROW!!!!
KURT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAHHHH!!!!!
HOW WILL WE EVER SLEEP?
I DON’T KNOW. YOU SHOULD BUY THAT WINE THAT MAKES US SLEEPY.
I'M PRETTY SURE PRE-WEDDING EXCITEMENT COUNTERACTS WINE
MY BESTIE IS GETTING MARRIED TOMORROW!!!!
KURT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAHHHH!!!!!
HOW WILL WE EVER SLEEP?
MY BESTIE IS GETTING MARRIED TOMORROW!!!!
I love you because you’re you, you don’t act or pretend to be someone else, you’re unique, that’s why you’re perfect to me. @any-wherewithyou
Blaine keeps telling me he’s sorry that I have to work at the diner tonight, as if I might actually be upset that I don’t get to see Star Wars with him and Sam. I’ve run out of ways to politely say “I have no interest in being within 100 feet of the two of you while you’re talking about this movie.”
Can I get some Kurt time in this weekend? I feel like it's been forever since we've seen each other.
How old is this? I don't even know. We can't go on like this.
Today was my last shift at the diner. I’m sad to leave my coworkers, but excited to have some time to breathe again!
And I’ll give you a nice spritz of grease, for old time’s sake. It’s not a trip to the diner if you don’t come home reeking of fryer oil!
I appreciate the sentiment…. but please don’t. :P
You know me better than to think I'd actually subject your clothing to that. Besides, god knows you'll come away smelling of grease whether I do it or not.
i miss you :(
I know, I'm sorry. Working three jobs while seeking out auditions is absolute madness. I don't know how anyone does it. Do I even still have friends and a husband?
Today was my last shift at the diner. I’m sad to leave my coworkers, but excited to have some time to breathe again!
And I'll give you a nice spritz of grease, for old time's sake. It's not a trip to the diner if you don't come home reeking of fryer oil!
I don't want to think about what would've happened if you'd stopped someone else either. :*
Then let's not think about it. I can think of many ways I can convince you that things worked out exactly as they should, and I won't stop until you're thoroughly convinced.
Seven years ago today, someone stopped me on a staircase and changed my life.
It was me.
In case you were confused. The person was very much me. I get heart palpitations when I think about what would have happened if I’d stopped anyone else.
blaineanderstripes replied to your post:
God, yes.
We have been cursed with expensive tastes and theater kids' budgets.
rachelberryblast replied to your post:
The Diese corner couch. And the Voiles dining table. And the everything.
We need to visit their showroom together and ignore the glares of the salespeople who know we aren't going to purchase anything.
