colorado-wannabe: So in English class we had to draw a scene from The Great Gatsby. After the drawings were done the teacher was showing them to the class, and one drawing was a pic of Gatsby reaching towards at the green light, but in the drawing Gatsby didn’t have hands. So my teacher starts saying something like how this picture has hidden meaning and portrays the helplessness Gatsby feels,...
fake-mermaid: does anyone else wake up in the middle of their dream, and you just love the dream you’re having so much and you try to go back to sleep thinking about it so it can continue off from the same part before you woke up, or is it just me
nagaytokomaeda: proladykilla: nagaytokomaeda: will you vincent van gogh out with me how about vincent van no…… vincent van oh…..
Love is merely a madness– William Shakespeare (via larmoyante)
bllonde: sorry i can’t go to your party next month i have a headache
friend: how far have you gone with a boy
me: in miles or kilometers
thereisnothingicantbe: My dad treats Easter like its the fucking Olympics. He gets this sick enjoyment from watching us trying to find our baskets that literally could be ANYWHERE. Last year mine was suspended in air inside our fireplace. 2 years ago my brother had to scale the side of a tree to get his basket down. THIS ISN’T THE GODDAMN TRIWIZARD TOURNAMENT DAD JUST GIVE ME MY FUCKING PEEPS.
The “what ifs” and “should haves” will eat your brain.– John O’Callaghan (via perfect)