what if someone wrote a book and the plot was basically amazing and the characters were awesome and at the end of the book, you’re dying to know what happens, all you see is a ripped page and the author actually did it on purpose and you’ll never know what happens because all the other published copies are like that too
calm down satan
Time to play a new game:
Make sure John Green doesn’t find the thing
in 7 years its going to be the 20s again so we can bring back swing music and the aesthetics of that era but keep modern values who’s with me
Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I’m never not thinking of you.
|—||Virginia Woolf, Selected Letters (via jesusfuckmechrist)|
reblog everytime <3
quote of the night
my english teacher: your essay isn't very well put together
me: my thoughts are stars i cannot fathom into constellations
I am Charlie Brown.