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F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

(Source: mmorrow)



 i die e.e


moonblossom:

getsherlockinmybed:

crimsonpoppyfields:

NO

HELL NO

Guuughjgh.

Seriously, imagine for a moment that you were dating him. Very difficult, I know, but run with me.

He is so god damned tactile. He’s always stroking something, patting something, running his fingers over something. Now imagine sitting on a sofa next to him or whatever while you’re both absentmindedly watching a movie.

You know bloody well those hands are going to end up stroking your forearm, or doodling along the inside of your thigh, or whatever.

*cough*

(Source: sherlockspeare)

eloizacoline:

I hope one day you’ll find the right person.
I hope one day you’ll find someone whose presence is enough to soothe your pain.