── Tom Stoppard, 1996
[text ID: We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered. ]
im high-key manic somebody kill me
Imagine hearing this from the man you’ve been crushing on for over 10 years. I would just ask him to throw me off that bridge again if I were Kim Dokja
This or nothing
Congress @ George Washington any time he asks for aid during the war
Girlhood is buying every book with a pretty cover ♡