Everybody’s youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.
A lonely Fitzgerald wrote this card to himself
I hope you’re living a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.
I write one page of masterpiece to ninety one pages of shit.
We must leave this terrifying place tomorrow and go searching for sunshine.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald (via vashti)
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I am tired of knowing nothing and being reminded of it all the time.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is the Night (via izzystardust)
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I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life