starting a collection. pierre talking to natasha in war and peace
additions
Hey late-20-somethings that are reblogging this from me feeling bad:
Please know that I reblogged this because I’m about 40 and I was laughing hysterically at this because of how much it is not true no matter how much it feels like it.
You’re gonna be okay.
After a moment Tom got up and began wrapping the unopened bottle of whiskey in the towel.
“Want any of this stuff? Jordan?…Nick?”
I didn’t answer.
“Nick?” He asked again.
“What?”
“Want any?”
“No…I just remembered that today’s my birthday.”
I was thirty. Before me stretched the portentous menacing road of a new decade.