lorde really wrote an album about being the kid that stayed home when people went out and had to keep a reputation of being nice and modest and polite but secretly wanting to go crazy and dance wildly and go running and bounding and sobbing but feeling as though your whole life hinges on other people giving you the opportunity to do it and so you feel as though you’re wasting your youth

how we act alone when we don’t feel like we have witnesses.. that is the genuine self.. me walking around my room punching the air talking to myself in a bad southern accent, that’s ME baby. you’re never going to know me like i know me. haha.

*standing in front of the microwave composing a stand-up comedy routine in a bad, fake Scottish accent whilst doing side-to-side squats and waiting for my pizza rolls to finish* and now my soul is free, lads

bros u cannot seriously be calling the goldfinch YA are y’all on drugs

you guys know everything’s not YA right? it’s important to me that you know that

literally there is nothing on earth more fun than characters with powers that respond to their emotions like that is truly the best shit in the world

man: has anyone ever told you you’re beautiful? me: oh no sir, today is my first day out of doors and papà forbade mirrors in the house lest we fall victim to vanity

nick carraway be like. due to personal reasons (i’m gay) i will be writing an entire book about my neighbor, in which i will, on several occasions, spend literal paragraphs describing his smile.