My candle burns at both ends.
It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends
It gives a lovely light!
Edna St. Vincent Millay
1 month ago - 
5
5
T.S Eliot’s women; Vivien & Valerie
“She stirred in her sleep and clutched the blanket with her fingers,
she was very pale and breathed hard.
When morning shook through the long nasturtium creeper in the tawny bowl
I passed joyously out through the window.”
1 month ago - 2
2
Utopia.
(Source: ha-harlequin)
Friend. That’s a good word. Short, but full of promise.
When a girl feels that she is perfectly groomed and dressed she can forget that part of her.
That is charm.
The more parts of yourself you can afford to forget the more charm you have.
Bernice Bobs Her Hair- F. Scott Fitzgerald
