That one specific girl you want to dance with tomorrow, that you “hope you have the balls…” to ask, is most likely my girlfriend. If you do in fact have the balls, I bet she’ll say yes. Nothing will come of it, I’d hope, but either way, I’ll be biting fingernails til they’re sore while you guys grind/slow dance at the last dance of our high school fucking careers.
I used to look up to you, to be honest. But all of a sudden the world handed me a card that said “be jealous” and man, you can’t ignore stuff like that.
me: i'm going to get a 1 on the AP exam. if i'm lucky
friend: 1 is the lowest you can get
me: i know
If I ever have kids I’m going to understand the fuck out of every possible emotional difficulty/problem one can encounter and make them happy as all fucking hell get ready world Isaac Field is going to bring you some seriously happy motherfuckers one day damnit
The plain state of being human is dramatic enough for anyone, you don’t need to be a heroin addict or a performance poet to experience extremity. You just have to love someone.
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| — | Nick Hornby (via ruineshumaines) |
Every inch of me wishes I could play Kingdom Hearts and get whatever deep mystical engrossing experience out of it that everyone else must’ve gotten when they played it like, ten years ago.
