i have no interest in small talk tell me about ur childhood and what ur parents are like and how many siblings u have and if u are afraid of death or if u believe in an afterlife and what ur favorite movie is and if u like romantic comedies or horror movies or action movies and what kind of music u like and why and tell me the bands or artists u loved in middle school but are too ashamed to admit to anyone else
“Don’t stop until you’re satisfied. You want an explanation? Ask. You want to be successful? Work. Don’t settle for results you don’t want. Don’t stop until you’re satisfied.”—(the best advice a teacher has ever given me)
“You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment. Fools stand on their island of opportunities and look toward another land. There is no other land; there is no other life but this.”—Henry David Thoreau (via youbetyourlife)
She’s seriously going to let him fucking move back in.
She talked about cleaning the apartment, which she has hardly been “living” in for the past two weeks. She bought these snack foods we usually never have in the apt, such as ramen and fluffy chocolate whatevers. She even wanted to double check that we were having FHE this wednesday, which she will either text the whole time through or bring him.