This is like a battle of who can be more stubborn. So middle school yet I’m not stopping it.
You can subtweet at me and I will subtweet back and this can go on for hours but I will not text you first or acknowledge your presence because you suck. So you should really just stop.
I’m sitting with an empty glass and a broken heart. Thinking to myself: what have I done? Can we push rewind? Go back in time? Take me back, I wanna go back to what we had.
WHY WAS I NOT ALIVE IN THIS TIME PERIOD?! Buddy Holly is making me melt. I need therapy.
What is running through your head? You only want to be with me when I’m unavailable, then when I drop and risk everything to be with you, you get scared and run away like a child. How have men survived for this many years?
My love for Gatsby, the 20s, the 50s, and everything that coincides is literally beginning to make me weak. Couldn’t my mother have decided to have me 50 years earlier?
Gatsby’s Castle: “That huge place there! I love it. But I don’t see how you live there all alone?” – Daisy
“I keep it always full of interesting people, night and day. Celebrated people.” – Gatsby https://bitly.com/ZRx49I
(Source: apps.warnerbros.com)
Some style is legendary.