I can’t exactly describe how I feel but it’s not quite right. And it leaves me cold.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Love of the Last Tycoon. (via rabbasacheya)
(via rabbasacheya)
Got a tomahawk today. Turns out it’s also a pipe. Silly native Americans.
Honestly I miss you. We haven’t spoke since the break up and it kills me. I never intended to seem like I screwed you over. You won’t see this, and if you did it wouldn’t matter.
