When I was in fifth grade I realized I liked girls but I was like “that’s a problem for another day” and literally forgot about it and then in like eleventh grade I was like “oh my god”
YOU PROCRASTINATED REALIZING YOUR SEXUALITY THAT’S IT YOU WIN YOU ARE THE QUEEN OF THE PROCRASTINATORS i bow to you
so every year after the juniors finish reading The Great Gatsby my high school english teacher throws a Gatsby party at his huge house and everyone shows up in period clothing and Charlestons to 20s music and my english teacher just wears a suit and stands off to the side staring wistfully out the window the entire night
you guys think I’m joking??
Have you ever felt like a comma in someone’s life? I know that’s weird to say but sometimes I feel like my only purpose in a persons life is to be a speed bump or a temporary distraction from their story. I don’t know, I just wish for once I could be a part of the story and not play such an insignificant role, you know? I don’t want to be the break between situations. I want to be what keeps you reading and hoping for a happy ending.