I don’t remember learning the words to Bohemian Rhapsody, I think I just born knowing them
I’m thankful for all the different ways I can eat potatoes
yo hey casually spending my 16th birthday doing song and dance routines from Horrible Histories
"Don’t go to a museum with a destination. Museums are wormholes to other worlds. There are ecstasy machines. Follow your eyes to wherever they lead you, stop, get very quiet, and the world should begin to change for you. And if you see me, say something! We can talk about it together."
"Of all the people I knew well at Bennington, I knew least about [Donna Tartt]," another former classmate recalls. "She was very put-together, very controlled. One year at the end of the term, a bunch of us had been up all night for days; I remember she calmed us all down by reading aloud from P.G. Wodehouse. And Donna was always dressed. She wore what was appropriate for the hour of the day. She dressed for dinner. She liked well-tailored boys’ suits. If you went to her room at four A.M. - she was an insomniac - you’d find her sitting at her desk, smoking a cigarette, wearing a perfectly pressed white shirt buttoned to the top, collar studs, trousers with a knife crease."