If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via thatkindofwoman)
The Kinks- Strangers
Can’t fucking believe this song doesn’t have a proper tumblr post.
John Green, Looking for Alaska