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Chuck Klosterman,  Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs (via robotdancefortwo)

When I hear “Just the way you are,” it never makes me think about Joel’s broken marriage. It makes me think about all the perfectly scribed love letters and drunken e-mails I have written over the past twelve years, and about all the various women who received them. I think about how I told them they changed the way I thought about the universe, and that they made every other woman on earth unattractive, and that I would love them unconditionally even if we were never together. I hate that those letters still exist. But I don’t hate them because what I said was false; I hate them because what I said was completely true. My convictions could not have been stronger when I wrote those words, and - for whatever reason - they still faded into nothingness.
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Smoke and Oaks 

Before I age, before the sorrow, please wait I’ll be home tomorrow
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“In My Younger and More Vulnerable Years” – from The Great Gatsby
May 31, 2012

blackedoutlife:

“In My Younger and More Vulnerable Years” – from The Great Gatsby


May 31, 2012

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