justzulmarie.
All of them began to laugh spontaneously because they knew it was still last night while the people in the streets had the delusion that it was bright hot morning.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night
“it seems to me now that the plain state of being human is dramatic enough for anyone; you don’t need to be a heroin addict or a performance poet to experience extremity. you just have to love someone.” - nick hornby, how to be good.
This is love, isn’t it? When you notice someone’s absence and hate that absence more than anything? More, even, than you love his presence?
Everything is Illuminated









