“Remember her hair in the morning before it was pinned, black, rampant, savage with loveliness. As if she slept in perpetual storm.”
— Cormac Mccarthy, Suttree
(Source: rabbitinthemoon)
Jun 16 23:33 with 301 notes
I am so in love with you that there isn’t anything else.
― Ernest Hemingway (via onthemountaintop)
(Source: hellanne)
Jun 16 23:03 with 6,707 notes
Well, I can’t describe her exactly—except to say that she was beautiful. She was—tremendously alive.
― F. Scott Fitzgerald (via cexjay)
(Source: rarararambles)
Jun 16 22:57 with 5,724 notes
