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.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via fitzgeraldquotes)
As he held her and tasted her, and as she curved in further and further toward him, with her own lips, new to herself, drowned and engulfed in love, yet solaced and triumphant, he was thankful to have an existence at all, if only as a reflection in her wet eyes.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night (via fitzgeraldquotes)
someone out there has 7ish months to make this for my birthday. someone. please.
(Source: humdrumlullabies)
