The things you hope for the most are the things that destroy you in the end.
Will Grayson, Will Grayson - David Levithan and John Green
Review here: On People Named Will Grayson
*still waiting for my hoverboard to come*
Will Grayson, Will Grayson - David Levithan and John Green
Review here: On People Named Will Grayson
Definitely Ulysses. I just… can’t. I’m having trouble with Cormac McCarthy’s “The Road”, too, though I think that’s something I can manage should I have more reading time, like maybe if I’m sentenced to prison or something.

Photo taken inside the MRT. I am (on average) a head taller than these people, and my height gives me a false sense of superiority. It makes me happy.
No really, the thing I love best on my daily commute is going past the Ricoa plant. It smells lovely (so chocolate-y) and comforting. Except I couldn’t take a picture because I’m on a moving train.
http://miss-choi.tumblr.com/ask
(reblogged from chingisforrealsies)
(Source: lamppu)
HOMAIGAAAAAAAAAAAAAD I love you Cary Elwes (the 1980s version).
(Source: inspectorspacetimeconfessions)
In which I finally have a birthday post that isn’t emo whining.
get down from there cat. you are not hair. you will not make the ladies swoon you are a cat.
For Lizzy.
Not shipping. Not shipping. NOT SHIPPyaaaarhhhhhhhhhhhhhgggh
(via fuckyeahgameofthrones)
Yep. He really is.
Where I give a student the written equivalent of this:
