what. WHAT!?
WHATkasjhflkjhfdljiashdj
oh mY GOD IT’S A REAL TWEET I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS DAY ALL MY LIFE
I CAN’T BREATHE! I CAN’T BREATHE IM DYING!
He taught only one class: ‘Unlikely Maths’. But since the time was listed as “now” and the place, “everywhere,” this was hardly helpful in tracking him down.
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| — | ― Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind (via justhumourme) |
Actually, the photographs are spaced ten years apart, not sixteen.
1912 to 1922.
The young, homeless (but no less dapper) wanderer shown in the first survived the sinking of the Titanic and swam to the shores of West Egg. There he built a life and a large, empty house, in an effort to win the heart of the wealthy, upper class woman he’d fallen in love with a decade earlier and had been separated from against his will.
He shed his earlier identity, and changed his name to reflect his new station. Jack was now known as Jay Gatzby, the eccentric millionaire who threw parties every night in the hopes that one day his love would show up and spin with him as they had long ago in the dance hall of the lower decks.
#and he still ends up dead floating in the water
Go to your room.
It’s the questions we can’t answer that teach us the most. They teach us how to think. If you give a man an answer, all he gains is a little fact. But give him a question and he’ll look for his own answers.
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| — | Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man’s Fear (via mynameisfuckyouu) |
