can someone please tell my mother I don’t control traffic so I cannot physically move cars out her way nor can I make a magical detour
Brooklyn. Name, not a nickname, not a city rep. Just my name. New York City. Oceans. Harry Potter. Reading. Ballet. Smiles. Harry Potter. Hugs.
I just blew up an air mattress with my hair dryer. McGyver ain’t got shit on me.
Scott Fitzgerald to Zelda Fitzgerald, March 1919 (via keep-itsurreal)