A Fine Frenzy

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He was resentful against all those in authority over him, and this, combined with a lazy indifference toward his work, exasperated every master in school. He grew discouraged and imagined himself a pariah; took to sulking in corners and reading after lights. With a dread of being alone he attached a few friends, but since they were not among the elite of the school, he used them simply as mirrors of himself, audiences before which he might do that posing absolutely essential to him. He was unbearably lonely, desperately unhappy. F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via larmoyante)

(via sadillite)

tigerwang:

don’t you hate it when you’re trying to eat and the pokémon sitting near you won’t stop staring at your food? 

tigerwang:

don’t you hate it when you’re trying to eat and the pokémon sitting near you won’t stop staring at your food? 

1 day ago