do you ever look around at the big crowds of people around you and realize everyone has a story and memories and family and troubles and achievements and a first kiss and a broken heart but you’ll never know any of it and every human life is really intricate and expansive but oh they’ve walked into a shop and you’ll never see them again and you’ll never know just what they were thinking
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??
even through the scars I’ve left, I aim to be a beacon of hope for the people I love of my future.
am i psyching myself out because i feel like
You’ll find a man who’s never hurt you, who can see the beauty I see in your eyes. I’ll find a lady who’s daring enough to even give me a go, and you taught me how to treat her like a princess. We could’ve been meant to be forever, but we had to at least happen; and either way it was still pretty fun. :)