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.
(via makemecareless)
my english teacher: your essay isn't very well put together
me: my thoughts are stars i cannot fathom into constellations
me: my thoughts are stars i cannot fathom into constellations
"How fragile we are between the few good moments."
Jane Hirshfield, Vinegar and Oil (via erraticintrovert)(via forever-without-you)











