'heatcliff? it's a me cathy, come home now, so coollld'
Every time I hear something new and douche like about Ryan Murphy, I fall harder in love. I blame Wuthering Heights for warping my world view of men.
Murphy is Heathcliff and I'm Isabella Linton. And I'm all like 'Oh! You're so brooding and twat like. TAKE ME ON THESE HERE MOORS.' And he's all over there, emptying my purse and observing me with cold, sneering disdain.
Ergh, and Joseph is fandom. OH! Joseph is Tumblr. I understand every fourth word. And skim a lot.
Also, I read this and it took me up until Murphy was building a barrier around New York before I realised it was a parody.
Take me away, Ryan. Let me rule at your side (or, as your foot stool) in your new world order of EVIL.
Murphy is Heathcliff and I'm Isabella Linton. And I'm all like 'Oh! You're so brooding and twat like. TAKE ME ON THESE HERE MOORS.' And he's all over there, emptying my purse and observing me with cold, sneering disdain.
Ergh, and Joseph is fandom. OH! Joseph is Tumblr. I understand every fourth word. And skim a lot.
Also, I read this and it took me up until Murphy was building a barrier around New York before I realised it was a parody.
Take me away, Ryan. Let me rule at your side (or, as your foot stool) in your new world order of EVIL.