"A poem begins with a lump in the throat."
Robert Frost (via scabpicker)
(Source: words-in-lines)
"Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It deluded us then, but that’s no matter - to-morrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms further… And one fine morning -
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."
F. Scott Fitzgerald: The Great Gatsby (via chanelyellow)
