My name is Lani and I wear my car-crash heart on my sleeve. Carcrash heart, lake effect kid, grenade jumper, underdog, overcast kid, america's suiteheart, BELIEVER. SOULdier, enzyme, damned thing, klainer, kurtsie, crisstian, photographer, actress, runner, writer, dreamer, artist, dancer, complete and total grammar nazi. I'm from New York. Glee is amazing. Klaine has stolen my heart, and will always and forever be my OTP. I have strong opinions, i'm always tired, I'm very emotional and I hate people. Sleep is my favorite thing and Fall Out Boy saves me every day of my life. I'm a triplet but, please, don't think of me that way. Straight (catholic) girl for gay rights - I'm not gay but I am human. Just an overly sarcastic footloose uptown girl with a hatred of the human race and me myself and I. I'm every cliche but I simply do it best. And sometimes, when I'm in heaven, I get forgetful of the earth.

This is a spoiler-free blog, UNTIL THE EPISODE AIRS. However! Prepare for extreme liveblogging every Tuesday night.

"This story never really had a point. It’s just a lull - a skip in the record. We are addresses in ghost towns. We are old wishes that never came true. We are hand grenades (and every word you say pulls the pin). We are all gods, we are all monsters. It never really begins or ends because Somewhere, there is a kid that looks and feels just think thi(u)s. To you this kid is probably just a headache, but to me he is gold."