(- F. Scott Fitzgerald (via kvtes)

(Source: howardtuniverse)

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"We’re so young. We’re so young. We’re 22 years old. We have so much time. There’s this sentiment I sometimes sense, creeping in our collective conscious as we lay alone after a party, or pack up our books when we give in and go out — that it is somehow too late. That others are somehow ahead. More accomplished, more specialized. More on the path to somehow saving the world, somehow creating or inventing or improving. That it’s too late now to BEGIN a beginning and we must settle for continuance, for commencement."

The Opposite of Loneliness - Marina Keegan 







The current
won’t release
me, it whispers
the same tune,
the tides salty
heartstrings
tugged by
the moon.
I want to
be stranded
on your
beach once
more,
but I 
keep
getting
washed
up
on
the
same
bleak
shore. 




(- Caitlin Moran (via scatteredandshining)

(Source: lustsandluxuries)

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