Complete.
*sitting in business studies, half asleep*
Teacher: Okay everyone, we have a lot to get through today. Now for one question on this sheet you need to use the textbook. So can everyone please turn to page 394.
*stops sleeping, stands up*
Me: What
Me: Could this be...
*slows voice*
Me: Three-hundred-and-ninety-four
*teacher looks startled*
Teacher: Yes... page 394
*Slams open book on friends table*
Me: TURN TO PAGE 394
*hits friend on back of head*
The end. All your arguments are invalid. I win. This is my world. Your life sucks. My life is complete
"If it wasn’t for the mist we could see your home across the bay,” said Gatsby. “You always have a green light that burns all night at the end of your dock.”
Daisy put her arm through his abruptly, but he seemed absorbed in what he had just said. Possibly it had occurred to him that the colossal significance of that light had now vanished forever. Compared to the great distance that had separated him from Daisy it had seemed very near to her, almost touching her. It had seemed as close as a star to the moon. Now it was again a green light on a dock. His count of enchanted objects had diminished by one."
- F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby> (via janethefox)
U2fat
Me this morning: I probably shouldn't wear that midriff top, my stomachs far too fat & people are going to look at me & be disgusted
*stares at shirt*
*stared at stomach*
Then I was like: Everyone should just suck my dick already.
*and so i wore the top*
sometimes i wonder what goes through people’s heads before they create their URL
