In-between

Isabel. 19. Shanghai -> London.
Harmless Pretentiousness.
Romantic Egotist.
factoseintolerant: Don’t worry about popular opinion Don’t worry about dolls Don’t worry about the past Don’t worry about the future Don’t worry about growing up Don’t worry about anybody getting ahead of you Don’t worry about triumph Don’t worry about failure unless it comes through your own fault Don’t worry about mosquitoes Don’t worry about flies Don’t worry about insects in general Don’t worry about parents Don’t worry about boys Don’t worry about disappointments Don’t worry about pleasures Don’t worry about satisfactions F. Scott Fitzgerald and daughter Scottie

factoseintolerant:

Don’t worry about popular opinion
Don’t worry about dolls
Don’t worry about the past
Don’t worry about the future
Don’t worry about growing up
Don’t worry about anybody getting ahead of you
Don’t worry about triumph
Don’t worry about failure unless it comes through your own fault
Don’t worry about mosquitoes
Don’t worry about flies
Don’t worry about insects in general
Don’t worry about parents
Don’t worry about boys
Don’t worry about disappointments
Don’t worry about pleasures
Don’t worry about satisfactions

F. Scott Fitzgerald and daughter Scottie

(via deforest)

My dearest and most precious Monsieur,
We have here a kind of maniac who seems to have been inspired with erotic abberations on your behalf. Apart from that she is a person of excellent character, willing to work, would accept a nominal salary while learning, fair complexion, green eyes would like correspondance with refined young man of your description with intent to marry. Previous experience unnecessary. Very fond of family life and a wonderful pet to have in the home. Marked behind the left ear with a slight tendency to schitzoprenie.

—Zelda Fitzgerald to F. Scott Fitzgerald, July 1931 (via factoseintolerant)

(via deforest)

Dear Leonard

Always the years between us,

Always the years.

Always the love.

Always the hours. 

Nick: Now, my friends, if I may propose a little toast. Let us eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow, we die.Nora: You give such charming parties, Mr. Charles.Nick: Thank you, Mrs. Charles.

Nick: Now, my friends, if I may propose a little toast. Let us eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow, we die.
Nora: You give such charming parties, Mr. Charles.
Nick: Thank you, Mrs. Charles.

(via daydreamsofadoll-deactivated201)

Death Cab For Cutie, “What Sarah Said” He loves me.. not at all. 

Death Cab For Cutie, “What Sarah Said”

He loves me.. not at all. 

Raymond Chandler, I want gimlet.

Raymond Chandler, I want gimlet.