He kissed her without enjoying it. He knew that there was passion there, but there was no shadow of it in her eyes or on her mouth; there was a faint spray of champagne on her breath. She clung nearer desperately and once more he kissed her and was chilled by the innocence of her kiss, by the glance that at the moment of contact looked beyond him out into the darkness of the night, the darkness of the world. F. Scott Fitzgerald’s Tender is the Night (via fuckyeahfitzgerald)
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limited starburst edition of The Big Come Up

"And so we all matter - maybe less than a lot, but always more than none." - John Green, An Abundance of Katherines

writersandkitties:

Ernest Hemingway convinces his kitty to try out corn.

"The future will erase everything - there’s no level of fame or genius that allows you to transcend oblivion. The infinite future makes that kind of mattering impossible." - John Green, An Abundance of Katherines 

The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you. Markus ZusakThe Book Thief (via feellng)

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