and then you die,

Sofia Vergara on women.

thanks for my friend Rita<3333333333

All this time i’ve been searching for the perfect guy to take you off my hands forever, but I realized something. The perfect guy has been under my nose the entire time. It’s me Dee. I’m the perfect select. I know i’ve spent my entire life shitting all over your dreams and not supporting you, but I was wrong Dee, I see that now. You can succeed and you will be a star. You have to take me. I’m your twin brother. I love you Dee.

        —of course I do. Like, that’s not so much a preference as it is a scientific fact, buddy. Ya got a good strong jaw, ya got pretty skin, Lord knows you probably got a six pack coolin’ underneath that shirt; by all beauty standards and definitions, sure. You’re a Hot Guy.” All that’s punctuated by a dismissive shrug; a Hot Guy, sure, but Pash wasn’t about to start swoonin’. “Ha! That’s funny. Nowadays, he says, like they don’t make ‘em like they used to. You been to Walmart lately? They got ‘em stocked beside the Miley Cyrus CDs. America.”

                -----------I do have pretty skin, and I don't have to put any foundation on so that's a plus." It was already pretty bad when people would think he wasn't hetero, only because he used to put a light base of foundation on.  People and their goddamn stereotypes. Why should girls get to be the only ones that could apply make-up in society? "Eh... it's too cold to be popping shirts off. I'm not really a beefcake but I get the jist." Should he return the compliment? Do people do that sort of thing? Oh well, he's going to go for it. "You're cute, I guess. You got the bangs and the whole-- I Keep It Real look so, yeah." And so he mirrors her previous shrug, followed by a laugh. "Who the hell is Miley Cyrus?"

(via thelonelyhowl)

     ”Sorry…         I forgot, I’m something else by night.”

                   "Oh yeah, like...                       Batman-- or Spiderman, or Tyrion Lannister."

      “No, I don’t think so…               Why the secrecy?”

            "Why the questions?               ...I thought you were only a reporter by day."