All my days are spent
All my cards are dealt
Oh the desolation grows
(Source: darlingbenny, via ughbenedict)
12:03 am |
June 14 2013
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“Goodnight dear. If you were in my bed it might be the back of your head I was touching, where the hair is short, or it might be up in the front where it makes little caves above your head. But wherever it was, it would be the sweetest place, the sweetest place.”
— Zelda to Scott, 1931
(Source: fitzgeraldquotes)
2:19 pm |
June 12 2013
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When you walk with Sherlock Holmes…
(via shylocks)
1:01 am |
June 9 2013
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