Faeries Wing

“His parents were shiftless and unsuccessful farm people — his imagination had never really accepted them as his parents at all. The truth was that Jay Gatsby of West Egg, Long Island, sprang from his Platonic conception of himself. He was the son of God — a phrase which, if it means anything, means just that — and he must be about His Father’s business, the service of a vast, vulgar, and meretricious beauty. So he invented just the sort of Jay Gatsby that a seventeen-year-old boy would be likely to invent, and to this conception he was faithful to the end.”

Jay Gatsby

Fuck fuck fuck fuck

probablygrumpyrightmeow:

My, how this man has aged well.

So fucking excited I can hardly stand it…

probablygrumpyrightmeow:

My, how this man has aged well.

So fucking excited I can hardly stand it…

You don’t get to be bored!

You don’t get to be bored!

Seriously…this is going to be awful.

Seriously…this is going to be awful.

Oh, Lori…

Oh, Lori…

in-the-garden:

Last night’s Walking Dead

Rick calls dog. 

in-the-garden:

Last night’s Walking Dead

Rick calls dog. 

BWAHAHAHA

BWAHAHAHA