I’m a slave to my emotions, to my likes, to my hatred of boredom, to most of my desires.
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| — | F. Scott Fitzgerald (via musingsinfemininity) |
It’s not that I literally think I’m a faerie. It’s just that I feel so different from most people. And this idea of a race living underground in caverns, spending all their days dancing and playing the fiddle and eating flowers and reciting poetry and sharing their dreams, that to me sounds much more real than the way people live in this world, hating and fighting and wanting and hurting.
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| — | Francesca Lia Block (via thechocolatebrigade) |
His heart danced upon her movements like a cork upon a tide. He heard what her eyes said to him from beneath their cowl and knew that in some dim past, whether in life or revery, he had heard their tale before.
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| — | James Joyce (A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man) |
I wish I wasn’t a girl who needed so much, but a little free creature that slept in deserts and ran on clouds and lived on lilies.
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| — | Francesca Lia Block (via seabois) |
F. Scott Fitzgerald, in a letter to his editor written in July, 1922. He was referring to The Great Gatsby.
If you ask me what I came to do in this world, I, an artist, will answer you: I am here to live out loud.
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| — | Émile Zola (via misswallflower) |
