Dear Emily,
I feel you. We’ve all been there. Who HASN’T gone to the local bar to confess to the bartender that a) you love him and b) you’re actually a whole other person that he knows from childhood, only to find out that a) your stripper roommate from juvvie who once killed a dude in a parking lot for you and who is pretending to be the person you were going to confess that you actually are is back in town and b) is pregnant? And who hasn’t then turned around and gone back to her beach house to sit on the sofa and cry and stare at a Fiery Box of Revenge? (via Fug the Show: REVENGE FINALE OF REVENGE REVEEEENGE Vengence? – Go Fug Yourself)






