February 2011
125 posts
“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
– The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald
January 2011
101 posts
http:// →
With a groan, I rolled over to look at my clock. Four a.m. I rolled over again to reach for my phone from under my pillow. I might as well text you about the crazy dream I just had, because that has always been our routine. But as I held my phone in one hand and rubbed my eyes with the other, I realized that I couldn’t even start typing the text. We hadn’t spoken in weeks. I had finally broken...
I love Pandas, they're so chill. They're like...
I had to.
I hate being woken up.
buhlyth3-: