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??
|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