“He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips’ touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.” ~The Great Gatsby
love, I get so lost sometimes
days pass and this emptiness fills my heart
when I want to run away, I drive off in my car
but whichever way I go
I come back to the place you are
all my instincts, they return
and the grand facade so soon will burn
without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside
—“In Your Eyes,” by Peter Gabriel
Mrs. Lintott: Can you, for a moment, imagine how dispiriting it is to teach five centuries of masculine ineptitude?!…History’s not such a frolic for women as it is for men. Why should it be? They never get round the conference table. In 1919, for instance, they just arranged the flowers then gracefully retired. History is a commentary on the various and continuing incapabilities of men. What is history? History is women following behind with the bucket.
—The History Boys by Alan Bennett (via betzine)
list (and photograph) by Mia Nolting
Does Hemingway speak the truth? If so, his words may explain my eternal state of longing.
(via notetosarah)
And everything you’ve ever been is still there in the dark night.
illustrations 2011 (set)
by caroline morin
Her heart was so laden
She fell by a tree
Sang of some pirate
Who haunted the sea
A wail through the willows
All hollow through the willows
She’ll wail through the willows
‘Til she finds him
—“There Once Was a Pirate,” Duncan Sheik, cut from Spring Awakening
(via fairycastle)
I felt that I was leaving part of myself behind, and that wherever I went afterwards I should feel the lack of it, and search for it hopelessly, as ghosts are said to do, frequenting the spots where they buried material treasures without which they cannot pay their way to the nether world.
—Evelyn Waugh (via seabois)
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