a girl with a pen

The blank page awaits
groovymuttations: ”[…] the eyes of Doctor TJ Eckleburg, whose irises are like one yard high. They’re just these disembodied, unblinking eyes that see everything below them. Like they don’t have arms to catch you, or legs to chase you down; they can’t punish you or kill you…but Dr. TJ Eckleburg’s eyes see everything.” [x] 

groovymuttations:

”[…] the eyes of Doctor TJ Eckleburg, whose irises are like one yard high. They’re just these disembodied, unblinking eyes that see everything below them. Like they don’t have arms to catch you, or legs to chase you down; they can’t punish you or kill you…but Dr. TJ Eckleburg’s eyes see everything.” [x] 

invisibletardis: “I hope it’s a girl. And I hope she’ll be a fool—that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.”

invisibletardis:

“I hope it’s a girl. And I hope she’ll be a fool—that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.”

The Great Gatsby trailer is out.

SERIOUSLY?

the-creeping-bam:

And all I’ve seen is:

  • “This was a book?”
  • “Moulin Rouge 2!”
  • “This was a book??”
  • “This is a remake?”
  • “Looks like Romeo and Juliet!”
  • “This was a book???”

And as I sat there, brooding on the old, unknown world, I thought of Gatsby’s wonder when he first picked out Daisy’s light at the end of his dock. He had come such a long way to this blue lawn, and his dream must have seemed so close he could hardly fail to grasp it. But what he did not know was that it was already behind him, somewhere in the vast obscurity beyond the city, where the dark fields of the republic rolled on under the night.

—F. Scott Fitzgerald   The Great Gatsby (via folderolandmarginalia)

I wanted to get out and walk eastward toward the park through the soft twilight, but each time I tried to go I became entangled in some wild, strident argument which pulled me back, as if with ropes, into my chair. Yet high over the city our line of yellow windows must have contributed their share of human secrecy to the casual watcher in the darkening streets… I saw him too, looking up and wondering. I was within and without.

—F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via holdingamirroruptonature)