You don’t pass or fail at being a person, dear.
Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane (via bookmania)

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You’re not sorry to go, of course. With people like us our home is where we are not… No one person in the world is necessary to you or to me.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via dreamswillbe)

The last light fades and drifts across the land—the low, long land, the sunny land of spires; the ghosts of evening tune again their lyres and wander singing in a plaintive band down the long corridors of trees; pale fires echo the night from tower top to tower: Oh, sleep that dreams, and dream that never tires, press from the petals of the lotus flower something of this to keep, the essence of an hour.

No more to wait the twilight of the moon in this sequestered vale of star and spire, for one eternal morning of desire passes to time and earthy afternoon. Here, Heraclitus, did you find in fire and shifting things the prophecy you hurled down the dead years; this midnight my desire will see, shadowed among the embers, furled in flame, the splendor and the sadness of the world.

F. Scott Fitzgerald — the last lines of This Side of Paradise

it’s a sonnet — rhymed and in iambic pentameter 

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Well, I began analyzing it - my imagination persisted in sticking horrors into the dark - so I stuck my imagination into the dark instead, and let it look out at me - I let it play stray dog or escaped convict or ghost, and then saw myself coming along the road. That made it all right - as it always makes everything all right to project yourself completely into another’s place.
This Side of Paradise by F. Scott Fitzgerald (via unedezir)
I don’t want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.
F.Scott Fitzgerald, This SIde of Paradise (via cheeky-insolence)
I now have a hundred and one fairies, three small birds, and about four thousand pounds of precious metal in my inventory.
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Pieces of Birthday Cake by Katie and Reuben
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berlin city
Stop planting flowers in peoples yards who aren’t going to water them.
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Comtesse de Castiglione (1837-1899)
Notice the people who are happy for your happiness, and sad for your sadness. They’re the ones who deserve special places in your heart.
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so i was just testing my camera settings and my shutter speed was pretty low and i accidentaly took this but now i kind of dig it ha ha