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To celebrate my one-year friendship anniversary with Ellerey:

(Also known as thefanally.)

Since she was SICK on the day it actually happened (Sunday), we ended up going to see One Direction together tonight.

BEST FRIENDSHIP ANNIVERSARY PRESENT EVER, OBVIOUSLY.

GO TO A CONCERT, ACT LIKE 14 YEAR OLD HOMO GAYS.

We’re quality friends, ayup.

No, but honestly.

Ellerey, you are my best friend, and I mean that whole-heartedly.
It’s been a long fucking year, for sure. Terribly, terribly long, and a lot of things have happened to the both of us. There have been incredibly highs and catatonic lows that left us wondering whether we were going to come out in one piece. But we always did, and I think that’s because we had each other. As gay as I know that sounds. But meeting you at Anime North, finding you on Tumblr afterwards, forcing myself to say hello, to talk to you, I will never regret that. Because in the space of one year, I’ve found myself with the absolute most fantastic friend that I have ever, or will ever have the pleasure of knowing. You’re sweet, you’re kind, you’re hilarious as fuck, and even when you have your moments where you’re acting like an asshole, I can’t find it in myself to love you any less.

You’ve been there for me when a shit-ton of other people haven’t, or couldn’t understand what I was going through. You always knew, though. Even if it was the weirdest, most obscure thing, you always knew exactly what to say. And I hope that I’ve been able to return even a fraction of that to you. I know that you say a lot that you can’t understand why people are friends with you, but I do know why. It’s because, at heart, you’re one of the most amazing people on this planet to date. And knowing you is an absolute blessing, because I can know with full confidence that, despite anything I may say or do, you’re always going to give me a reality check if I’m being too out there, and help to keep my head out of the clouds.

You’re my best friend, my confidante, and everything I could have dreamt of having in friend when I was sitting in the back of the classroom in 6th grade, crying because I didn’t have anyone to play with at recess.

I love you so much.
Thank you for everything you’ve done for me, and everything you’ll continue to do for me.

Happy one year friendship anniversary, you massive butthole, you.

Love always,
Kate.

Time To Dance (Panic! At The Disco)
A cover by Ellerey Lorentz (thefanally)

Hands down the best cover you’ve ever done.
God, this is so gorgeous.

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I’m kind of losing my voice now, but I sang "Hallelujah" to Ellerey.

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So, tonight I went to see William Beckett in concert.

And I met his afterwards and asked him about his vocal technique, opera singer to alternative rock singer.

And then I complimented his tone, and said it was gorgeous as fuck, and he thanked me and said it meant “so much coming from someone with such an incredible voice, who knows what they’re doing”.

WILLIAM

MOTHERFUCKING

BECKETT

COMPLIMENTED

MY FUCKING

VOICE

Let me tell you about these little balls of SHIT.
These little FUCKERS are not easy to make as they look.

"Oh, but it’s just soft serve in a cone!" they say.

NO.
IT IS NOT JUST SOFT SERVE IN A CONE, THANK YOU.

FIRST OF ALL, THIS IS NOT NORMAL ICE CREAM.
THIS IS REDUCED FAT ICE CREAM THAT CONTAINS 5% BUTTERFAT INSTEAD OF 10%, AND IS ONLY THIRTY FIVE CALORIES, SO YOU’RE FUCKING HEALTHIER WITH THIS SHIT THAN YOU ARE WITH NORMAL ICE CREAM YOU FAT FUCKERS.

SECOND OF ALL, THIS SHIT NEEDS TO COME OUT OF A MACHINE, WHICH HAS A HANDLE, WHICH YOU HAVE TO PULL AT THE SAME TIME THAT YOU’RE MANDHANDLING THE CONE. IF YOU PULL TOO SLOW, NOTHING COMES OUT. IF YOU PULL TOO FAST, YOU’D BEST BE READY FOR A SOFT SERVE AVALANCHE ALL OVER YOUR FUCKING HANDS. I DON’T CARE IF YOU THINK IT SOUNDS TASTY. THIS IS NOT YOUR MOTHERFUCKING ICE CREAM YOU GREEDY ASSHOLE.

ONCE YOU’VE GOT THE SOFT SERVE GOING, YOU NEED TO FORM THE SOFT SERVE PATTERN. YES, THERE IS A GODDAMN PATTERN YOU IMBECILES. THIS PATTERN, FOR YOUR FUCKING INFORMATION, IS CALLED BASE, BALL, AND FUCKING CURL. HARDEST SHIT YOU WILL HAVE TO DO IN YOUR ENTIRE GODDAMN LIFE. FIRST, YOU FILL UP THE CONE, UNTIL YOU’VE REACHED THE BEGINNING OF THE OPENING. IF YOU LET IT TOUCH THE DRIP GUARD, YOU ARE MOTHERFUCKING DEAD. YOU HEAR ME? DEAD. DON’T KNOW WHAT THE DRIP GUARD IS? FUCKING LEARN, BUTTHOLE. THOSE SQUARES CIRCLING THE ENTIRE RIM OF THE CONE ARE THERE TO CATCH THE SOFT SERVE THAT YOU’RE TOO FUCKING SLOW TO EAT. HURRY THE FUCK UP. WHAT’S IT GUNNA DO? EAT ITSELF?

NEXT, YOU FORM THE BALL. AND NOT JUST ONE BALL. NO. ON A SMALL CONE, YOU HAVE TO DO TWO OF THESE FUCKERS. AND THERE CAN’T BE ANY LINES, YOU CAN’T MAKE IT LOPSIDED. YOU HAVE TO MAKE THEM THE SAME GODDAMN SIZE, OR YOU HAVE TO START ALL OVER AGAIN. ONCE YOU GET ONE, YOU DO THE OTHER ONE, AND TRY NOT TO FUCK IT UP. BUT, WHOOPS, YOU PROBABLY ALREADY HAVE, YOU USELESS PIECE OF SHIT. IF YOU HAVEN’T, OH, WOW, A FUCKING PLUS FOR YOU. GOLD STARS.

NO.
THIS IS WHERE SHIT GETS REAL.
NOW YOU HAVE TO DO THE CURL, AND THIS IS WHERE YOU’D BEST FUCKING PANIC. YOU PULL YOUR CONE AWAY TOO SLOW, AND DON’T CUT OFF THE FLOW OF SOFT SERVE? YOU’VE GOT JIMMY NEUTRON’S OLD-ASS HAIRDO ON A FUCKING CONE. WE ARE NOT SERVING THIS SHIT AT UNIVERSAL FUCKING STUDIO’S. WE ARE SERVING IT AT DAIRY QUEEN, AND YOU WILL MAKE A NORMAL. FUCKING. CONE. PULL AWAY FAST, AND SHUT THAT FUCKING SOFT SERVE OFF, AND DO A 9-1-7 FORMATION. 9-1-7, AS IN THE TIMES WRITTEN ON A FUCKING HAND CLOCK. DON’T KNOW HOW TO READ THEM? LEARN. DON’T FUCK UP THAT CURL, BECAUSE YOU CANNOT SERVE THAT CONE WITHOUT THE CURL.

DID YOU FUCK UP THE CURL?
NO?
CONGRATULATIONS, FUCKER, YOU JUST MADE A FUCKING DAIRY QUEEN SOFT SERVE CONE.
NOW DON’T FUCKING DROP IT BEFORE YOU GIVE IT TO A FUCKING CUSTOMER.

CUSTOMER, THANK YOUR DAIRY QUEEN SERVER PROFUSELY FOR PUTTING UP WITH THIS TORTURE JUST SO YOU CAN EAT HALF OF IT AND THROW OUR HARD, TORTUROUS WORK IN THE MOTHER. FUCKING. TRASH. CAN.

THAT IS ALL.

I’m gone from Tumblr for a couple of days.

Personal leave after a… badly jarring incident with a friend.
If anyone needs me, leave me a message in my ask, or on Skype.
I’ll still check them regularly.

SHITTING SELF, GUYS.

SHITTING.

SELF.

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Nevermind my fucking spelling mistake that I do every time that I spell the word “possibly”, but.

THE MOMENT WHEN YOU GET A REPLY FROM ALEX SUAREZ ON TWITTER

AND YOU COMPLETELY SHIT YOURSELF

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