don't stop paying attention

unfollowin a=phobes is my favorite hobby

don’t care if you’re a mutual byyeeeeee

You know, when I was younger I hated English. Mostly because people were telling me I was bad at it, and who really likes something they’re bad at? Apart from singing, of course.

Over time, it was more and more obvious that in this world I simply needed to know this language, and surprisingly I started to get it at some point thanks to music, then YouTube and then again Tv shows. At first, I needed to get the subtitles in my language when I was watching an episode of something with the original audio. I hated hearing the original version of those things, because to it all seemed so flat in terms of interpretation, but the dubbed versions were often taking too long for me to wait before getting uploaded. Then, I started getting the emotions and intentions behind a certain tone, a certain way to pronounce words, so I started to like the original stuff more than the dubbed ones, to the point where the dubbed seemed flat in comparison.
It came the day where I had to watch that Tv show I was really into only in original with the English subtitles, ‘cause there was no streaming with the subtitles I needed. I gave it a shot and, with great surprise, it wasn’t that hard for me to keep up.
And now? Now I realize that I don’t even need subtitles. I can look elsewhere while the streaming is going, not being completely focus on what’s going on, absently listening to the voices of the characters and still get what they’re saying, as if they’re talking my language. I can watch all my so (il)legal streamings of movies and Tv shows without being worried that I’m not gonna get what they’re saying, that I can’t watch it ‘cause it’s all in English.

It’s amazing.

If only my pronunciation was at the same level of my understanding… I’d be a champ! Kinda. Well, let’s say that I’d be good. Or decent… You know what? Fuck it: I learned it by myself, so I’m a champ.

GREEK ( the TV Series) Starters

I’m not gay — we were just drunk.
I don’t wanna be a social piranha!
Four score and seven years ago, our forefathers, who… art in heaven hallowed be their name.
I’m not homeless!
Why does every conversation we have turn into a vocab test?
The stench of your fear is a bit overpowering.
______ and _______ are indisposed…. undisposed? Predisposed!
One word: Beer Pong.
I’m great with being gay, its just how everyone else reacts that sucks.
Drunk people don’t feel pain!
I knew this gay guy once. Well, it wasn’t that he was once gay. I knew him once and he was gay – is gay.
I made it rain beer!
I’m going to need a bigger spatula.
S/he wasn’t crazy s/he was in love — There’s a fine line between the two.
Congrats, your kids will be very Arian.
I was just hiding behind witticism to mask the resentment of an unfulfilled childhood.
You smell better than I thought you would.
One bad moment doesn’t make you a bad person.
You can’t judge someone based on a single mistake.
Ferris Bueller is the Great Gatsby of our time.
You know, the volcano wasn’t the only thing blown that night.
It’s like we’re a boy band and I’m the fat one.
It’s pronounced Fah-tone.
Pity can be a pretty powerful emotion.
Satan lives in Myrtle Beach.
So, double fisting  tonight, huh?
No, no, um… just single fisting tonight!
I feel like I’m in a tampon commercial.
Put that on your blog, bitch!
  Help me, Toby Kwon. You’re my only hope.
Oh, you know, I used my last bottle of chloroform when I was on Murder She Wrote.
Stop treating me like a little kid, okay? —— or Damien.
I read your diary.
You really didn’t pay very close attention to my diary.
Clearly we’ve taken gender roles for granted.
Maybe we’d be better brothers if we treated each other as sisters.
Sadly, it appears our phalluses have lead us astray.
Duty calls. If straight guys weren’t so insensitive, then we wouldn’t be left to pick up the pieces — but they are, so this is part of the job.
The phallus half of the relationship has a tendency to screw things up.
Even phalluses — can grow.
That guy’s lazier than Paris Hilton’s left eye.
I just have to dot some I’s and cross some T’s and then I’m officially over-educated and under-employed.
Yes, I’m in a frat, but we prefer fraternity, actually. Would you call your country a —-
How can yo know who you are, you’re (insert age here).
This is your first serious relationship, you have no frame of reference. I’m telling you — this is normal.

it scares me so much when people don’t reply to my texts like even if i just send smth random like “this tea is so good” if someone doesn’t reply i will immediately start thinking abt every bad thing i’ve ever done and i don’t know WHY but to me no reply = them saying that they hate me n want me out of their life asap and i just