omg sorry for the obsessive reblogging i literally can’t help it like i have to do it
and as of right now, no one is sure where this came from really. like, no one i know of has any clue as to what it is or what it is from all they know is that they feel it, too.
if anyone does know though pls let us know immediately omg
if you want to learn you can find me in a shroud of clouds on top of the tallest mountain I will be sitting in meditation on a throne of fax machines inside a palace also made of fax machines
the only logical reason i can see for hating jesse eisenberg is bc you love him too much i cannot think of any other explanation for even mildly disliking him hOW IS IT POSSIBLE HOW CAN YOU HATE PERSONIFIED GOODNESS AND BRILLIANCE AND PERFECTION???
fuck yeah I know how to fax
omg i honestly have never touched a fax machine in my life perhaps you are wiser than us all
wait do any of you know how to send a fax like i don’t know how to send a fax just think about it like we are the generation without fax machines we will never fax again
what if lions yodeled instead of roared. i mean you can hear a lion’s roar from eight kilometers away so just imagine hearing a faint yodeling in the middle of the african savannah
au where gatsby and nick get married and gatsby’s vows are all addressed to old sport and when the preacher asks if he takes nicholas carraway to be his lawfully wedded husband, gatsby just stands there in confusion for a few minutes and eventually confesses that he has no idea who nicholas carraway is he’s here to marry old sport