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" In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars. "

- F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via seabois)

Afaa Michael Weaver, “Lovers with Flowers”

Carol Ann Duffy, “Words, Wide Night”

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Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary

" The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink. "

- T.S. Eliot (via larmoyante)

William Makepeace Thackeray, Vanity Fair

F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights

" The great tapestries of trees had darkened to ghosts back at the last edge of twilight. The early moon had drenched the arches with pale blue and weaving over the night, in and out of the gossamer rifts of moon, swept a song, a song with more than a hint of sadness, infinitely transient, infinitely regretful. "

- F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)