ghost of a a fangirl's past

It’s been two years since Robin Williams departed from this world- which means I will spending about the next 24 hours or so alternating between laughing and crying.

The thing is that Darren Criss oozes sex…Blaine Anderson, Lee Whatever-His-Name-Is, Hedwig Schmidt, Whatever Redeemable Asshole of an American casanova he plays in Smitten! - It doesn’t matter. Whatever the nature of the character’s physicality and sexuality (not orientation, but sexual-ness) - He has it in the way he moves, how embodied and physical he is. 

So true. Darren sits so comfortably in his own skin, so at ease with who he is and who he is not, and he has the rare trait of being able to disregard criticism that comes from those who do not know him and the media at large. 

I was in Los Angeles for the first time as an adult, by myself, and I was in a mall and it was really sunny and I couldn’t see because I have really sensitive eyes. And I went to a kiosk and the first sunglasses I saw, I was like, ‘Oh sweet pink! Those are fun!’ So I got those, and I just wore those around and they just took on a life of their own.