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??
The internal monologue that goes on whenever I cave to junk food.
THIS FUCKING BIRD WON’T LEAVE ME ALONE
it keeps coming back every other day and i’m convinced that it just likes getting its photo taken by now
that’s the life i wanna live….
I want a friendship like this one.
Again, it is the dog.
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