The Thought of You is NO Fucking Fun
16. my bed is my boyfriend.
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??
(via kconzz)
| my english teacher: | your essay isn't very well put together |
| me: | my thoughts are stars i cannot fathom into constellations |
i’m weird ok
but when i say i’m weird i don’t mean like your cute and quirky girlfriend
i mean fucking weird
(Source: dickflavouredsoup, via whoisryanabe)
