July 2011
“Will put his hand on hers. A new mood had taken hold of him, and he felt...”
– The Amber Spyglass, Chapter 37 — “The Dunes” (via wheatthin)
This is to you:
and I can see you years from now in a bar talking over a football game with that same big loud opinion but nobody’s listening washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things drunk and grumbling on about how I can’t sing but all you are is mean. All you are is mean! And a liar! And PATHETIC! AND ALONE IN LIFE and MEAN
and MEAN
and MEAN
and mean.
“I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via globalnobility)
Dear person,
I think you are pathetic and immature. I think you are terrible, moronic, and I have no respect for you. I think you are a hypocrite and I can’t believe I’m saying this but I don’t even think you have a soul. I think the day you decided to bestow your intolerable presence upon us was literally the worst thing that could have happened to our minds and sense of humor. You’re...
