do you ever wish you could just stop time for like a couple weeks so you could just sleep and do whatever you want and just get your shit together and then after that time would just start back up again and you wouldn’t have missed anything because you would just pick up where you left off

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My God,” he gasped, “you’re fun to kiss.
by F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is The Night (via chazkeats)

(Source: utopiaorapocalypse, via badtexter)


The Maine has my heart, always.