the sexual tension when u and ur crush are online on fb at the same time and u just stare at their lil green dot
and suddenly you know what gatsby felt like
This is actually the most profound and appropriate literary allusion I’ve encountered so far this week.
s—ge:
In Portland, we don’t say “i love you”, we say “tree tREE RAIN recycle green put bIRd on it LOCALLY gROWn toms shoes BEER” which roughly translates too “i dont know how to pump my own gas” i think that’s really beautiful
