Just because I'm focused on my studies doesn't mean I'm bad with women, jeez! Give me a break! I know all the other poets are playing homosexual mind games, but leave me out of it!
those close-up shots of House feeding a chemo-struggling Wilson his personal stash of Vicodin are among the most weirdly and profoundly (homo)sexual pieces of media ever
I love when I reblog something and immediately a mutual or follower likes it. It’s like yeah we ARE on tumblr at the same exact moment we ARE sitting next to each other in the library showing each other memes