Like no one's watching you

gublernation:

you know you’ve made it when you google yourself on the internet and this comes up

gublernation:

you know you’ve made it when you google yourself on the internet and this comes up

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 ohscrambledeggs)

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northernradiance:

“He wanted to ask her what sound a heart made when it broke from pleasure, when just the sight of someone filled you the way food, blood, and air never could, when you felt as if you’d been born for only one moment and this, for whatever reason, was it.”

— Dennis Lehane, Shutter Island 

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