This blog is one half Glee, one half personal, and two halves unquality.
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By the light of the moon she rubs her eyes, sits down on the bed and starts to cry. And there’s something less about her…
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I am such a ship whore. all the faberry feelings and someone like you comes on and i want brittana, and i see tike stuff on my dash and my tartie creys run.
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RIB needs to learn that all we want is Quinn.
im at the point where i don’t even fucking care if all i get is a faberry friendship, i just need more quinn in my damn life
Nobody knows, nobody knows but me that I sometimes cry.
P!nk. You can’t express my Faberry gpoy and more accurately.
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