daydreamer doubts

daydreamer doubts

daydreamer doubts

"MY THOUGHTS ARE STARS I CANNOT FATHOM INTO CONSTELLATIONS." -JOHN GREEN, TFIOS

RFRSH MSG ARCHV RNDM THM

laferrera:

Le Pigeon de Paris

savvydarling:

The winter walkers by karl mackie on Flickr.

New York, 1922. The tempo of the city had changed sharply. The buildings were higher. The parties were bigger. The morals were looser, and the liquor was cheaper. The restlessness approached hysteria.

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All I kept thinking about, over and over, was ‘You can’t live forever; you can’t live forever.’

— ― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

é 10 û — 12:03pm

melanc-holia:

Fireworks by Daniel R Thompson on Flickr.

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So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

é 6 û — 11:40am

starrymessenger:

If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promise of life, as if he related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away. This responsiveness had nothing to do with that flabby impressionability which is dignified under the name of the “creative temperament”—it was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I shall ever find again.