fic where there’s realistic development, realizations and progressions of relationships
Last updated: April 5th 1897
So we had to call the apartment repair guys
They came
To our
Apartment.
oh god
Can I move in with you holy shit
it’d be cool to speak like 20 different languages & keep it a secret from everyone & then during a time of crisis, u could speak some fluent russian to some russian guy holding a gun to your head & all your friends will be like daaamn
OH GOD JACK
SCREW JACK LOOK AT BUNNY LOOK AT THAT CLASSY MOTHERFUCKER
WHY AREN’T YOU LOOKING AT PITCH FUCKING PITCH
i hate seeing people my age who’ve got their life together already like what the fuck
things i haven’t learned in high school
- how to pay bills
- how to buy a house
- how to buy a car
- how to apply for loans for college
but thank jesus i can graph a polynomial function
Jack Dawson… Penniless artist who wins a ticket onto Titanic in 1912, attends a first class dinner, develops a taste for the finer things in life, pockets the Heart of the Ocean, survives the sinking, pawns the diamond, spends the following ten years building his wealth and in 1922 moves to West Egg as Jay Gatsby… Millionaire with a shady past and fear of swimming pools.
FUCK
And their names are texas tornado and johnny football.
WHAT THE FUCK ARE THESE FLUFFY ASS COWS!
Every time I think of the black market, I actually imagine a market, with little stalls selling illegal things like nuclear weapons and organs.
Wait is that not how it works
every time I listen to Florence + the Machine I turn into a literal meadow dwelling nymph who wears raindrops as hats and sunbathes on a lilypad
