“We revisit old feelings for the same reason we re-read books - comfort in words familiar even though we know the endings.”
“I loved you. I still do.”
All the bright, precious things fade so fast. And they don’t come back.
Daisy, The Great Gatsby. (via fiction-minds)
Let me tell you what I wish I’d known when I was young and dreamed of glory: You have no control who lives, who dies, who tells your story.
The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.
The Great Gatsby (via emmaconstance)
Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.
The Great Gatsby by F Scott Fitzgerald, 1925 (via 1000bestbooks)
All I’ve ever wanted is for someone to save me.
Looking back, I can’t remember the truth. I blew everything out of proportion so I could feel the hurt and betrayal and write about it in vivid detail. It was my own method of torture. My own undoing; and I enjoyed every second of it.
c.j.n. (via panamaweddings)
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
c.j.n. (via panamaweddings)
I found a home away from home in your arms only to find out that sweet escape was nothing but a cage.
A Lover’s Arms (via hushedtreepoems)
I found a home away from home in your arms only to find out that sweet escape was nothing but a cage.
A Lover’s Arms (via hushedtreepoems)