There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams—not through her own fault, but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her, beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.
my favorite show is sherlock starring bonkadonk clamberdouche and morgan freeman
i dont understand how i can get so much joy from covering my pets with blankets and watching the lump move around
How To Do Everything Last Minute: A Novel by me that I am going to write later
i bet jesus wasn’t even good at math
if this gets 500 notes i will kill my dad with a shovel
i’m not going to kill my dad. this website is the worst.
don’t back out now u pussy
That one time the main character had to use a sharpie to explain that he was… in fact the main character…
^^the trueness of that tag.
one thing I will never understand is how normal people are unaffected by movies or books I mean when they watch a movie or finish a book they say “well that was a good movie/book” and they move on while I have an existentional crisis and question the whole universe
I really wanna go buy a latte but it’s 7pm so I prob shouldn’t
u did not