May 2013
pontmercyanide:
some flowers just arrived for my sister but my mom thought they were for me.
and so she asked if they were from henry and of course i asked what the hell she was talking about
and she was like “henry, the boy you’re always talking about.”
she meant henry david thoreau.
i quote henry david thoreau so much my mom thought henry david thoreau was my boyfriend
I love her and that’s the beginning and end of everything.
– F. Scott Fitzgerald about Zelda Fitzgerald in a letter to a friend dated Febuary 1920 (via larmoyante)
bedquest:
I AM GOING TO PUNCH YOU IN THE MOUTH
WITH MY OWn mouth
softly
because i like you
niggayougay:
MAN I WISH I WAS HOT ENOUGH TO MAKE SOMEONE SEXUALLY FRUSTRATED
sardonicheight:
[[seductively does nothing to indicate I’m attracted to you]]