April 2012
March 2012
You seem to like a lot of the stuff I've been reblogging
I have been. I hope I haven’t overstepped any like/reblog boundaries concerning your blog, for I deem it spectacular.
Spanish Sahara
Foals-Spanish Sahara
“But all I could think about now, as night fell, was how much you can love made up people and how much you can miss them.”
—John Green
“In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.”
—Nick Carraway, The Great Gatsby
Cults - Abducted
Cults-Abducted
“But the moon came slowly up in all her gentle glory, and the stars looked out, and through the small compass of the grated window, as through the narrow crevice of one good deed in a murky life of guilt, the face of Heaven shone bright and merciful. He raised his head; gazed upward at the quiet sky, which seemed to smile upon the earth in sadness, as if the night, more thoughtful than the day, looked down in sorrow on the sufferings and evil deeds of men; and felt its peace sink deep into his heart.”
—Charles Dickens (via atramentum)
note to self
I didn’t like myself too much today. I shall be a better me tomorrow.
“For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affection upon her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened—then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret, like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk.”
—Nick Carraway, The Great Gatsby
“I was half in love with her by the time we sat down. That’s the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they’re not much to look at, or even if they’re sort of stupid, you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are.”
—J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via audevivere, quote-book)
“At the enchanted metropolitan twilight I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others—poor young clerks who loitered in front of windows waiting until it was time for a solitary restaurant dinner—young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life.”
—Nick Carraway, The Great Gatsby
Cults - You Know What I Mean
Cults-You Know What I Mean
