Things are sweeter when they’re lost. I know—because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly…And when I got it it turned to dust in my hands.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, “The Beautiful and Damned” (via oh-phelia)
museedart:

Edgar Ende, Die Brennende Fahne, 1934, oil on canvas, private collection
krisatomic:

(via Carson Ellis | Wildwood in The Goods)
New outfit post.

I don’t ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember. Somewhere inside me there’ll always be the person I am tonight.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via vavin)
hallucinogeniclifetime:

I heard what you said. I’m not the silly romantic you think. I don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars. I don’t want gemstones or gold. I have those things already. I want a steady hand, a kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe.

— Shana Abé (via sorakeem)