thecracksinmyvessel: milajewnis: but actually plaid button up shirts with the sleeves rolled to the elbows are universally attractive This is excellent news for me.
sfux: i feel like people who eat breakfast really have their lives together this is a vicious falsehood
fromwhichyouraccentcomes: If the sun were to explode, you wouldn’t even know about it for eight minutes And nothing in the world gives me a heavier heart than knowing I wouldn’t be able to reach you before the world went dark.
3ridan: do you ever look around at the big crowds of people around you and realize everyone has a story and memories and family and troubles and achievements and a first kiss and a broken heart but you’ll never know any of it and every human life is really intricate and expansive but oh they’ve walked into a shop and you’ll never see them again and you’ll never know just what they were...
juncurryahn: TIME WILL FLY
a-walking-accident: jwisser: thepasta-nerada: vvrathia: the sexual tension when u and ur crush are online on fb at the same time and u just stare at their lil green dot and suddenly you know what gatsby felt like This is actually the most profound and appropriate literary allusion I’ve encountered so far this week. ohmygod
shedisenchants: shedisenchants: so every year after the juniors finish reading The Great Gatsby my high school english teacher throws a Gatsby party at his huge house and everyone shows up in period clothing and Charlestons to 20s music and my english teacher just wears a suit and stands off to the side staring wistfully out the window the entire night you guys think I’m joking??
flyingonthefriendshipship: Would you kill him in his bed? Thrust a dagger through his head? I would not, could not, kill the King. I could not do that evil thing. I would not wed this girl, you see. Now get her to a nunnery. ~ Green Eggs and Hamlet
chompyface: i was a good student until the crushing weight of reality shattered my hope for the future
My mother said to me, ‘If you are a soldier, you will become a general. If you...– Pablo Picasso (via sfmoma)