how do people even invent math stuff like who the fuck was sitting around a hundred years ago or whatever and thought to themselves “you know what we need? negative exponents”
This episode has created a vacuum in my heart that must be fed with Pezberry friendship feels.
Time: Two days after the end of 4x15
Spoilers: None. I haven’t even watched the preview for the next ep.
Santana banged on the bathroom door, holding her hand so her nails wouldn’t dig into her palm.
“Berry!” she barked. “What are you doing in there, laying an egg?”
Rachel flung the door open and glared at her. “Straightening my hair,” she hissed.
Santana crossed her arms. “Well hurry up, Jew Barbie, ‘cause we have a date.”
Rachel scowled in objection. “It doesn’t work like that, Santana.”
Santana smirked. “Sure.”
Rachel huffed and turned back to the mirror, picking up her straightening iron. Santana watched her, noting the way her brow set in angry determination.
You’re gonna be okay.
You’re gonna be ok. It’s ok. It’s gonna be ok.
the worst feeling is when you’re close to someone but they have someone who they will always like more than they like you